Pictures of the Lütschine

Random train shot.

I tried to get some pics from the train of the river I rafted. They will just give you an idea of what it was like.
Not the best shots in the world. None of these shots are of the actual rapids, so they aren't that exciting.

The hills are alive, with the sound of muuuuuuuuuuusic

Gack! I have been terrible at updating lately! To think I haven't updated since Grindelwald! Shocking. Anyway, I am in Vienna at the moment. Terrible weather, but the city is lovely. But before I go on about that, Salzburg!

I arrived in Salzburg at around 10 p.m. after ten (!) hours on the train, and five transfers. I don't know what it is about travelling, but it takes more out of me than a day of hiking did. I arrived at my hostel (the Yoho International Hostel) and I was tuckered out, so I took a shower and went to bed. I also finished my book (Paddy Clarke Ha Ha Ha) and started the one I bought in Grindelwald. It's called The White Spider and it was the only English book I had seen in a while. I was also trying to use up my Swiss francs. Anyway, it is about the history of mountaineering on the North face of the Eiger mountain, and it's pretty intense. A lot of people have died trying to climb that part of the mountain, some of them in really agonizing ways. Not a typical Kristi book, but I'm getting quite into it.

Anyway, back to Salzburg. I really only had one full day there, but that was fine because I basically had one main objective in going there in the first place: The Sound of Music tour. I was warned of the kitsch and the cheese, and frankly I didn't care. I had my heart set on it and I wasn't disappointed. They took us to all the locations in and around Salzburg where the film was set. We saw the palace they used as the exterior front and back of the Von Trapp estate, as well as the exterior they used for the back yard of the estate (you remember, with the lake). We saw the park and bridge where they sang "Doe a Deer" and the church where they got married in the film. We also had a singalong on the bus. I think I can safely say it was the cheesiest thing I have done on this trip, but also one of the most magical. I also met three girls from my hostel on the tour, and we hung out for supper and then agreed to get together the next morning to go to the Mozart residence and the Mozart museum. Two of the girls were Australian flutists who were having a lesson with the lead flutist for the Vienna Philharmonic. Pretty cool. Anyway, I left that afternoon for Vienna and arrived (exhausted) in the rain.

More on Vienna later. I'm going to publish this now, but I will come back and edit once I have the pictures from the tour uploaded onto the computer.

Glacier Rivers are Cold

So I made it back alive from white water rafting. I actually think I did okay. I only fell out of the boat once, and it was when we were past the white water part, and into the coasting/doing stupid shit part. Unfortunately I also knocked someone else out of the boat. With my butt. In her face. And she was a guide (Not our guide, but for the same company I think, just in Austria). Kind of embarassing, but pretty funny as well. Other than that, no major catastrophes were caused by me. Always a relief. Unfortunately I don't have any pictures. I wasn't about to risk my camera (obviously) and I also wasn't about to pay 30 sfr for a cd, great though I'm sure the pictures were. No, my memories will have to suffice at those written on this blog.

The river we rafted in actually runs down from Grindelwald. It is called the Black Lütschine. The reason for this is that sediments settle in the glacier and give the water a dirty, greyish colour. The white Lütschine flows from Lauterbrunnen and is quite clear and lovely. Where they meet they become the Lütschine river. Anyway, the rafting trip begins with some class 3 rapids. You then have to get out of the river and take a bus to the next section lower down on the river. This is because a nature conserve begins, and only fishing is allowed there. Just below the nature conserve is a class five rapid, and it is illegal for anyone to raft, or even kayak there. Anyway, the next section is a 3.5 or a 4. That section is followed by some easy crusing, with a bit of fast water through to the lake. It's actually really cool because where the river meets the lake the water gets really clear. That's because the water stops moving and the sediment settles to the bottom where it is collected with a machine and then processed for roads and other things. Also, the water gets instantly warmer in the lake because it is still and the sun heats it. It's gorgeous.

I actually don't have much more to say about today. It was really fun, but there's not much to tell. That has been the case for the majority of my time here. I have just been relaxing and having a nice time. Tomorrow I am off to Salzburg, so I'm sure I'll be less lazy and have more adventures to relate to you all. I'm going to go attempt to be social now, even though I'm pretty tuckered. Maybe I can convince someone to play asshole.

Quick update

It's been a few days since my last post. I actually haven't been up to much, just lounging in the mountains, making friends, sleeping in. It's been grand. Anyway, this afternoon I go white water rafting, so keep your fingers crossed that it all goes well.

Hiking alone is neither cool nor fantastic...

I woke up pretty early this morning, because four out of five of my roommates were leaving today, and they made a lot of noise. That was alright. I got up and went for a walk around the town to try to figure out what I was going to do with my day. I decided to take the Gondola from Grindelwald to First and hike down (I actually could not figure out how hike up, so it happened this way). But first I had to come back to my room to get my Eurail pass for a 25% discount. The Quattrocchi in me was pretty psyched about this.

The ride up to first is about 30 minutes and I was pretty much white knuckling it the entire time. I don't know what it is, but anytime I am in a gondola (and sometimes on chair lifts as well) I can't help but think about what would happen if the cable were to snap. It's much worse when I'm riding alone, and I happened to be alone this time. Needless to say, I was pretty happy with my decision to walk down.

I had originally decided to walk down a path that went by an alpine lake and had lots of wild flowers, but I couldn't figure out where that path started. Instead I decided to follow the other hikers. Safety in numbers, I always say. I ended up going along the marmot path. If you have binoculars you can supposedly see lots of marmots coming out of the rocks. I saw none. I did see some cows though, and more butterflies than I've seen since I was a kid. Anyway, I followed the marmot path for a while, but at a fork in the road I decided to change course and take what I thought was a more direct route back to Grindelwald. It was a mistake. I noticed that everyone was heading back towards Bort, which is one of the stations on the gondola ride, but the sign to Grindelwald was pointing in a different direction. I waited until I saw some other hikers take that trail and then I went down it as well. I think we were the only people on that trail, and they kept stopping to take pictures so I quickly passed them.

I was a really nice walk. When I got bored of being by myself I listened to Fleet Foxes and the Flaming Lips on my ipod. I couldn't figure out why the path was so empty, and I started to get kind of worried. I really had no other option than to keep going.

At this point I had been walking for what felt like hours. In reality it was maybe an hour and a half. My toes hurt because I was walking downhill and they were pushing against the front of my shoes, so I took to walking backwards down the hills. It's great for the butt you guys, I'm telling you. Anyway, as I said, I thought it had been hours. It was starting to get dark so I pegged it at eight at the earliest. Luckily I brought my trusty travel alarm, so I dug that out to check the time: quarter to six. Huh, that's strange. Why is the sky so dark? And what's that sound? Oh yes, my friends, it was thunder. I was about to get caught in a crazy mountain storm with no where to go for shelter and no rain gear. And the lightning was starting. But worry not because as fate would have it two cars drove by and the driver of the first car offered me a ride (that's one lucky thing about looking generally clueless. People assume you are harmless and want to help you). I felt pretty safe taking the offer as it came from a man who was at least 65. I was pretty sure I could take him in a fight if it came to that. Luckily it didn't. I got in before the rain started and we were at our destination just as the downpour stopped. What luck! To make things even more magical, there was a glorious rainbow in the sky. The man directed me to the train station (which was unfortunately down a pretty steep, narrow road) and bid me farewell.

View from the top of First.

Wow! What a looker!

Like my father before me, I took many pictures of waterfalls (streams?).

A magical ending!

In Grindelwald... the village in Switzerland, not the character from Harry Potter

Hi all! So I arrived safely in Grindelwald. What's more, I was the first person in my room so I got first pick of beds and lockers. Score! That is the first time that has happened. Anyway, because today was a travelling day there is not much to tell (except I tried this awesome apple beer, that was 35% alkoholfreies... whatever that means), so please enjoy some pictures and a video from the pubcrawl we went on in Berlin. I will provide explanations where necessary, and I'll do a proper update tomorrow.


Tanya and Devinn are disgusted by something... wish I could remember what...

Yes, I did take this picture upside-down on purpose. It seemed like a fantastic idea at the time.

Because we had umbrellas and it rained we were the most popular girls in all the land. This young chap was still in his teens, and his friends were deeply disturbed to discover that Tanya was a teacher (they used to opportunity to ask her for relationship advice). Anyway, this guy's style was inspired by Harry Potter (note the Gryffindor colours on his sweater... or jumper, if your British).

Clearly, I felt it necessary to steal his glasses and have a photoshoot.

Bern promotes baby eating... Thomas Swift would be pleased

Today was my only full day in Bern. I had a leisurely morning, and headed into town on foot for about 11 o'clock. As I walked I noticed I was heading downhill, so you can imagine how much I was looking forward to the walk home. In town I decided to just wander the streets. Bern’s Old Town is really pretty. The streets are mostly cobblestone, and there are lots of fountains and statues all around the town. There is also a clock that has little figures that move around on the hour. My favourite site, however, was the Ogre fountain, which is a fountain with a statue of an ogre eating babies. Lots of children were disturbed by this (okay, just one that I saw), but I thought it was pretty magical. I spent most of my time in town walking the streets and trying to resist the urge to go shopping (I was successful!).

At around one I was pretty hungry so I went to the grocery store and bought some cheese, bread, and water (my typical lunch for the past month) and found a picnic table overlooking the river to eat. I was actually starving at this point (it took me at least half an hour to decide what to do for lunch) but I always find that the more hungry I feel the less I can actually eat. I ate half the bun, and about a quarter of the cheese, and the water was frizzante (I really need to learn to check that) so I ended up sharing the bun with some birds and then carrying the cheese and water around with me for the rest of the day.

After lunch I walked along the river, before heading to the tourist centre to buy some more postcards and stamps (as well as some un-fizzed water). The tourist centre is located at the bear pits, which I had decided I did not need to see. I kind of ended up there accidentally. Basically they are just these concrete pits where they keep bears for entertainment purposes (like a zoo, minus any vegetation). None of the bears were actually out in the pits when I was there. Bear pits in Bern actually date back to 1441, and the name of the city, Bern, actually means bear (presumably in German, but don’t quote me on that). Supposedly the founder of the town (forget his name) said he would start his town on the site where he made his first kill while hunting, and he would name the town for that animal. That’s what a postcard told me anyway.

After the bear pits I decided to walk up to the rose gardens. It was actually quite a steep little walk, but it was worth it because at the top you got a view of the entire town. Also, the gardens were beautiful and they smelled great. I think I said I wasn’t impressed with them, but that was before I got to the main gardens. I stayed up in the gardens with the many old people and wrote post cards a wandered around. All in all it was quite a pleasant day. Tomorrow I am off to Grindelwald!