Romantik Hotel Schwefelberg-Bad
- Swimming pool
- Free parking
- Pets allowed
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... She hated those ones with a passion, which was ok, but the third set on the course had 9 of them. She made it though. There was no going back so she had to make it. The 2nd one we tackled was the Fox and that was so much fun. We would go zipping through the trees at suck a high speed. Some lines would run for at least 40-50 metres through tree tops as high as 13 metres. We flew through that and I was itching to take on the hard stuff. Briony made the bold but in the ...
Melt water flowing down from Eiger, Mönch and Jungfrau (mountains) form a powerful raging torrent that carries 20,000 liter water per second through the caves. The torrent carved its way through solid rock and debris over thousands of years and sculpted elegant and impressive shaped of rock formations. The result is spectacular and the thunder from crashing waters deafening. We both felt like we were inside a ...
... recut. Crystal like sculptures transform the grottos into an ice art gallery – I of course found the penguins and the bears to be my favourite – grin.
The last part of the tour and is only allowed when the weather is good – which happened to be today – is to walk out to onto the snow, it’s cold and slippery, so a few times I am on my knees or backside but I make it to the Swiss flag ...
... the kids. Ro was also launched into driving in a city on his second day. This only became harder as we travelled to Lausanne. It seems the lights here change very quickly and Lausanne has many hills, so there were hill starts a plenty in car with an automatic handbrake and in a busy and crowded city. Things we becoming a little overwhelming, the kids were bored and we were struggling to work out what to do next. We decided to find a supermarket so we could buy ...
... high altitude exercise. A bugs in the face face, and a few hours later we recited for our cycling careers just as it began to rain. Our afternoon was occupied by that great cultural Swiss game of "bowling". Excited to assert our dominance in an American game, we chose scoreboard names carefully. Mark was Bubba Watson and I was Ronald Reagan.
we are about to get a good night of rest because to,or row we are off to Italy. Talk to you from Turin!