Liam here.
Well, Eb and m'self are in a Germany, specifically in a little town on the Austrian border called Füssen. Tried making an entry earlier, but there was a big group of Italian teenagers playing with a 'Foozball' table nearby, making it difficult to concentrate. I noticed one of them had a 'manbag'. But anyway.
We've now left Switzerland, which turned out being extremely expensive (surprise, eh?) and officious, but very picturesque. Spoke to an old Swiss guy in Zurich who thought I was also Swiss "because of my boots." He was cycling around Switzerland. This was impressive, given everyone there seems to cycle and smoke - often at the same time. Didn't think much of the new part of Zurich, but the old part contained some amazing views and some great architecture.
We decided to head on to a town called Lausanne, but when we attemped to find a room we found the whole place was full. We decided to head on to the next town, Vevey, and we called ahead to book a room there.
The view was absolutely spectacular, looking out across a lake to a huge mountain covered in cloud in the distance. After asking directions to the B&B we finally found the street it was on, but the number we were given didn't exist. After peering through the windows of what we thought was a hotel, a Swiss-French woman noticed us and asked what we were looking for. We explained the situation, and she invited us to her apartment while we sorted things out.
She was a social worker who had grown up in Burkina Faso and Morocco. As it turned out, the hotel we had booked was for recovering alcoholics & addicts. Nice.
She called the place, and came with us to check it out. The place looked and smelled like someone (or perhaps a horse) had died in it recently, and the proprietor looked like a Russian contract killer. So of course we signed in immediately.
By signed in, I mean we got out of there so fast we left scorch marks on the (rickety) stairs. We explained to Ivan Milat that we were moving to the next town, (or perhaps leaving the country) and left him glowering silently at the top of the landing as we departed and got on the first train to a town called Sion.
Turned out to be a great idea. Mountains, medieval town, castles, etc. And we had the hostel room to ourselves. There was a large, screaming group of German ESL students racing up and down the halls, but that was okay. The chances of being buried in the cellar were considerably less here.
Eventually travelled to Lausanne, where we saw a lot of expensive stores, explored the massive cathedral, and looked at the tombs of knights and clergy. Everything was accessible to the public, which meant people had scratched things like 'Marco 4 Bella 4 Ever' onto a knight's forehead. Still, was very atmospheric and impressive.
Overall, Switzerland was pretty decent. Cops there look like paratroopers with berets. You can't look anywhere without seeing a crane. Houses and buildings are either amazing, or look like they've been designed by IKEA out of Lego.
Anyway, time is running out and I've probably related enough. Hope you're all going well, and will write an entry again soon(ish).
Liam
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