A pleasant trip up from Geneva - the track hugged the lake for a good part of the journey which made for some top scenic moments. The sun was in full force by the time I pulled into Interlaken West station and the hike to the hostel wasn't too bad ... I had a few hours to kill before checking in so I successfully sat in the sun and commenced my holiday tan. It was good to get chatting with a few people as well after the relative solitude of Geneva: the basement bar with cheap(ish) pints of lager assisted in those endeavours too. You would have thought the two bunk beds welded together in the eight-man dorms would have as well, but there you go! A bunch of us got together one night and got Swiss with a mass fondue evening: cheese, meat and chocolate, plus free beer from the mustachioed, German-pop-song-singing maître'd made for a good night. To work all that fat off, myself, a mad Texan, an Aussie chick and a Philly lass decided to climb up a mountain (as one does in Switzerland). Harder Kulm was 1322m of pure slog, but worth the three hour hike for the superlative view and the cold beer that greeted us at the top. Despite extensive searching, Heidi, Grandfather, and Goat Peter were not however spotted.
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