Amy has arrived! In an attempt to stave off her jetlag, we promptly jumped on a train to the Swiss Canton of Neuchâtel to hike a mountain (or rather a gorge).
Upon arrival at the train station, we proceeded to ask the "train" information desk where we could hike. After a bit of sardonic laughter, the nice "train attendant" walked us to a ticket kiosk and sent us on our way to board another train that was set to depart in roughly 4 minutes. As we scurried off to the platform, it started to sprinkle and clouds rolled in at a daunting speed. We boarded the train, looked at each other quizzically and wondered "umm, are we being dumb? Are we going to climb a mountain in a thunder storm?"
Mind you there was the Canton's annual wine festival taking place that day. Err, we could have just sipped some wine and eaten some fondue. On the same page about this alternative, attemped to exit stage left and make a break for it - "screw this hike, let's consume this country's finest vino." As we lunged for the door, it slammed shut in Amy's face. On with the treacherous hike we go.
Good thing we did - look at this!
And this!
The hike was gorgeous. We weaved in and out of the gorge itself and made our way through forests and small villages. It was a tad bit chilly, but all seemed right in the world now that Amy was getting some of the good Swiss air in her lungs and drinking in the yummy mountain water (really, you can drink the water from streams).
It was a succesful day - Amy seemed particularly pleased.
PS. Thanks for the hiking poles, Maurice!
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