Hotel Weisses Kreuz
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... to the job.
On board our next train we are soon travelling along the edge of the
beautiful Brienzer See. The water in this so called sea is a rather light green
colour. The reason for this is that all the water in this large lake is water
which has come from the packed iced up glaciers and has very little oxygen
particles in it or something to that extent.
After about 20 or so minutes we arrive in the small lakeside town of Brienz
to where we will join ...
... the Swiss guards who died defending Louis XVI during the French Revolution. We had plenty of light and no rain when we got to the hotel so we had a walk in the area of Stans. Luck was with us and we got back just before the rain came down. While having dinner I thought the fog had rolled in but then it was gone and later reappeared. I finally realised that it wasn't fog. It was ...
Paranoia set in this morning. I had to check the bottles that had been laying sideways in our suitcases overnight.
They were dry. Good.
Noemi could join us today so we headed to the train station to meet her.
Our last day, heading out tomorrow.
Came back to drop off a bag, showed her around, sat for a while, visited.
Time to go out for a walk and lunch. Tonight was the dinner we'd be preparing to have with Noemi, Hedwig, ...
... the monarch during the French Revolution and the Wooden Chapel Bridge which had 400 year old paintings still intact throughout its ceilings. We had a traditional Swiss lunch, plenty of cheese and chocolate which was delicious. We finished off our time in Switzerland with a pub-crawl throughout city, which was a great (and pretty messy) night. Tomorrow we have a driving day and make our way back into the South of France to stay in a French Chateau (castle), ...
... and in no time at all, we were parked up and knocking on the door. I felt a bit apprehensive on two counts. Firstly, she was not expecting us and was now 77 years old. Secondly, she nor her husband can speak one word of English! The last time I had seen her, I had been with another of my mothers' school friends, Lineli, and I had not understood hardly anything they had said, though admittedly they had been talking in Schweizerdeutsch, a ...