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... to watch them, each with their individual duties and abilities in the process. We got around a large group of school children for the opportunity to help with this process and make your own glass piece. Will and Corbin blew into the tubing to make a round ornament, but how this is getting home in one piece I have no idea.
Lunch at a nearby restaurant and we were off again. One train, a bus, and two gondolas later we headed up Mt Pilatus, stopping ...
... When we got back to Lucerne we decided to have some dinner before making our way to the Hotel. There was an issue with the internet, it was not strong enough for the rooms, OK for the reception area though. Also we were desperate to recharge our various devises, phones, readers, iPods and camera batteries after 2 nights on trains and our European power plug didn't fit their outlets, damn!! Narelle gave up and turned in around 8 pm while I caught up on my diary ...
... padded. ) Yep I have learnt over to touch the floor at - Buckingham Palace - The Vatican - you name it....I've thought the floor was padded. I did it yesterday on the CONCRETE paving on top of Mt Stanserhorn. And finally said to myself, 'Enough! Your shoes are padded. NOT THE FLOOR.' So that only took me 28 days. .. ......... Still thinking of the ...
... on the cog-wheel train all the way down to Lake Lucerne to the village of Vitznau.
At Vitznau we boarded the paddle steamer for the one hour boat ride to Lucerne, except that we found that it's second last stop was at the Swiss Museum of Transport, somewhere Tom had been hoping to go (has real trains, planes and automobiles - 'tis huge). So we hopped off and Tom explored while I had a coffee, did my sudoku ...
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