A speedy 20 minute train ride down the valley (again, no Heidi et al), saw me arriving at Lauterbrunnen: population, minimal. The township is flanked by by two sheer cliffs and the three massive peaks of Jungfrau, Monch, and Eiger (German kitchen appliances anyone?). Further fresh air was inhaled and yodelling was kept to a minimum as a few of the Busabout gang took off for the Trüellbach Falls, the only output for the three mountains' melting glaciers. So there was a lot of water running through the mountain. A lot. We dried off during a walk back to the campsite and returned to the scene a few hours later to watch four completely insane Danish base-jumpers throw themselves off one of the cliffs. Which is apparently a normal happening for round those parts. Personally, I prefer to go for the "sheer madness whichever way you look at it" angle - I'm sure I could have had just as much fun hurling myself off the cabin's top bunk, and have avoided donning one of those silly shell suits.
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