Travel Blogs from Rougemont
... we were flying along at quite a
speed. The line heads through a mighty long tunnel under the 3698m high
Balmhorn mountain and finally arrives at the town of Kandersteg.
about 25 or so minutes its out of the dark tunnel and into glorious sunshine.
the train stopped I now had to turn my bike around in this coach. Certainly not
an easy job as there was only about 1ft to spare with the bike standing
sideways. How they ever move big heavy bikes such ...
... Across another bridge and we parked half way up the hill to the rose garden park that offers an elevated view of the entire town. We made our way up and took some pictures. The serenity of the lookout was interrupted every so often by excited Swiss letting of fireworks every few minutes. It's cracker night on Swiss Federation day and all perfectly legal to wander out of a bar and let crackers off in the streets. We made our way walking back into the old town and wandered ...
... our 5 hour journey to Beatenberg in Switzerland, in the mountains not far from Interlaken. The Hotel Gloria is run by Bernhard and Jacky whom Rosa knew from their time at the Fish Manse in Nth Adelaide. Nice room with a balcony and a view of the Eiger, Monch and the Jungfrau. There was spectacular scenery our whole journey to Beatenberg, snow capped mountains, green meadows and Swiss chalet villages. Lot of bridges ...
... hilly roads I saw road signs for Thun differing from 34km, up to 39km, doing little to inspire my confidence of every reaching there that day.
As I finally began to pick up some speed my progress was disrupted by a couple of encounters, first with a mass cow evacuation creating a road block and then meeting a Swiss cyclist. Well, she wasn’t really a cyclist - she appeared to be using a bike as a mode of carrying things on her ...
... On our way to Geneva in a car of two strangers, they were nice we swapped travel stuff, like where you going, and where have you been. Had a little sleep and soon after arrived in Geneva at the airport where he drops us off. We get on a public bus, not sure of where we are getting off. We got off held our Europe book out and attempted to find our way to our hostel. Thankfully a woman offered to help, we gratefully accepted and told her our street name. " ohh wow that's ...