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... but not all so we are slowly learning German - errr or at least the important words like Bier and Rot Weine (Beer and Red Wine).
We took a tour of the city and learned that the city was built upon embroidery back in 612 AD by an Irish monk, Gallus (I know I'm getting into history mom - can you believe it) and the town was known to be an epicenter for knowledge, so we toured a very old Monk library with all of the original manuscripts ...
... like Tibet than the Alps.
Walking along a busy road, with ski lifts all around, I must say crossing this pass doesn't have quite the same raw magic as Splugenpass did. In fact, right at the very top of the pass is yet another cluster of hotels and restaurant.
There is one contraption that catches my attention: It's a cable that disappear way up the mountain, and a wooden box, which it looks like it's still in use, as a very, very rustic cable car to get up the ...
... head past the last village, following a quiet footpath up the valley as it gets narrower and steeper as daylight fades. There's one last town up ahead before the pass and I can see its lights not too far ahead. I figure I could try camping out, and if it gets colder that I can handle, I still have the option of hiking up to that town and checking into a ...
... some will come to a complete stop. On driver slowed down and swerved left, right, left right, not knowing what to do--even though I was a good 3 meters off the road! I guess it relates to the culture of everybody following a strict code of rules. So when someone is doing something against the rules (like a pedestrian walking in a place that's meant for cars) people get really ...
... s a whole network of trails up the mountainside, some catering to farmers who grow grass on the higher slopes, others cater to hikers. The higher I go, the better view I get of the valley, cliffs, forests, high mountain peaks, stretching on to the east and the west.
Finally I reach the trail that goes up to the base of the falls. I figure there's no point in hauling my backpack up, since I'm coming back the same way. And nobody steals anything here in the Alps... right?... ...