Switzerland is the land 'o plenty; Plenty of beauty, chocolate and money. This place seriously makes you feel like you're in the sound of music. It was very much a highlight on our trip. However after enjoying Germany so cheaply it was truly shocking how much everything costs just a hours drive south. We decided to go for it obviously, our visas will just have to be dealt with back in boring North America. You really can't put a price of the Switzerland experience!
We stayed in a town called Interlaken. Any idiots who (like myself) can sit through the Bachelor might recognize this lovely place. The drive in was seriously unbelievable. It's hard to really believe something like that exists until you see it with you own eyes. Poor Brett was sleeping off sassafras in the back and missed out on it. Oh well, there's always next time lol. We got to a nice campsite on the river that connected the two lakes. Interlaken actually means "between two lakes". The river was the brightest color, a mix of green and blue. Actually it reminded me of blue koolaid (which reminds me I could use a glass of that in my near future). The colors there are like nothing I've seen anywhere. We walked around that afternoon exploring the town. We ended up buying tickets for the tram up to one of the mountain towns for later that evening.
We left that night around 6 for Wegen which was about 4000 feet up. The views from our tram were amazing and if you ever make it to Interlaken you must head up the mountain to one of the many towns. It was about an hour trip up. We walked around the town trying to find the most reasonably priced place for dinner. Nothing was even close to reasonable so we settled on insanely expensive. We had the most delicious dinner with a couple bottles of wine. We learned that roquette is in fact a type of cheese, not a fondue. Either way it was heavenly. After eating ourselves sick we had about 30 minutes before the last tram down so we went for a cruise. Lucky we had also had the smarts to bring a couple bottles of wine in our backpack as well. We stumbled upon a group of 4 guys with Swiss horns.. of course we did, this place is just like in the movies. They played them in the street while a group gathered around. They weren't even busking for money, just playing for our entertainment. Then again with the prices there what are they going to be able to buy with chump change anyway?
We would have loved to stay for a whole week but time was a ticking and there were still many places on the agenda. After 2 days in lovely Switzerland we were heading back to Germany. One the way out we decided to start fresh and have Brett empty the tank before we got back to the mother land. This time was not as enjoyable as the first dump. This was probably for a mixture of two reasons. The blue puck made it in this time making the smell much less violent and I think all the cheese we ingested over the past two days had most of us pretty backed up. I still wouldn't say Brett got off lucky or anything, it was still insanely revolting.
We drove to the border and took a ferry across the lake back to Germany and landed in Meersberg for the afternoon. It was a very German town that even had a medieval castle. Of course Carey and Brett had us take the 3 hour tour which fell just short of exhilarating. Our afternoon in Meersberg was quite nice regardless. It looked just like I had always imaged Germany to look. We continued on the coast of Lake Constance for awhile and got a good look at the Bavarian landscape. I think when people imagine Germany they are really just envisioning Bavaria. I have to say it was my favorite German state. One minute it felt like we were on a wine tour in the interior of BC and shortly after we were in a lush green forest. Actually a lot of German country side reminded me of home.
We rolled into a nice campsite for the night near Fussen. Even though the campsite was pretty full there was next to no one around. I think people just lived in their trailers there? So pretty much we felt right at home. We poured ourselves some bevs and relaxed for awhile. It was cooler there than it had been for us so far so we took the opportunity to enjoy our motor coach.
We set off to find an authentic German restaurant. This wasn't hard considering the town we were staying in only had about 300 residents, everything was pretty authentic. Our waitress (dressed in
dirndl) spoke about as much English as we did German. We just went for the point and pick on the menu and managed to order a couple steins of beer. When the food arrived (which we had initially agreed to share to be safe), Carey and Brett both ended up with legit meals while I got a plate of sliced
head cheese and Kristy got an ice cold bowl of gelatin soup. We embraced our decisions and ate what we could of our meals. We tried to order more edible food but the waitress wasn't picking up what we were putting down so we called it a day. The owner of the restaurant found out there were some Canadians dining upstairs and came up to greet us. He reminded me of Santa, a jolly old guy with a big white beard who you just can't help but like (even if he's sweater profusely from his walk up the stairs). Anyways he was outraged when he found out we could read the menu and he wasn't too pleased at our waitress and informed us it was her last night. He said he was going to send us a special dessert. A few minutes later a plate arrived with these donut looking things that were covered in cinnamon sugar and topped with a couple scoops of vanilla ice cream. We were all drooling. Then 3 more plates show up. Turns out in Germany you don't have to share your dessert. I love Germany.
We waddled back to our motor home to play our next rounds of fortune and chance... I want this to end on a good note so lets pause there. More soon!
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