La Thuille to Grindalwald
Day 8 Wednesday 29th September 2010
Depart La Thuille for Grindalwald. Visited some Landi shops (equivalent of PGG Wrightsons) on the way for some agricultural retail therapy. Lunched picnic style on the edge of someone’s farm down a side road, lying in the sun watching the world go by.
Chatter – he says
We programmed Paul to avoid tollways and get us to Grindalwald by all the otherwise quickest route. The countryside all the way changing from French to Swiss, Charolais farms succumbing to lots of little Heidi-heidi type buildings. Stayed in Glacier Hotel at Grindalwald.
As we passed from France to Switzerland, we drove through the unmanned border control. Such a huge complex pretty much now redundant for tourists, though truckies need to fill out declarations. Switzerland is not part of the EU.
Once in Switzerland we found a Landi shop as Jenny wished to buy a real McCoy Swiss cow bell. We managed to resurrect enough of our German to communicate with the shop assistant. Unfortunately Jenny asked for a bell for a cake, (kuche) rather than a bell for a cow (kuh). We sorted that one out, but that shop didn’t have one the size we wanted, so the assistant kindly rang the next shop down the road. We were given directions to it, which was only 5km away. We understood and followed these directions, and at the next shop the assistant was expecting us. After more broken German, we successfully purchased what we wanted. It surprised us that the shops were in such close proximity. A similar situation in Wellington would see one shop in Porirua, 20km from our farm, and the next one up at Masterton or Levin, not 5kms down the road.
We had not booked accommodation in Grindalwald, and expected that there would be plenty available. We were wrong. There was accommodation, but most would only permit a 3 night stay. We paid dearly for someone to give us one night’s accommodation (I think the equivalent of about NZD$360 which included breakfast).
That evening we went out for a meal of schnitzel – we know the Swiss cook this to perfection, and we were not disappointed. We also noted that the Swiss used wireless credit card units to facilitate paying for the meal at the table. This was far ahead of our experiences elsewhere in Europe (so far).
And still the battle raged between my Paris cold and the Annecy Sudafed. I was innocent collateral in this matter.
Chatter – she will say