This place is much like Interlaken but on a smaller scale. I didn't do much here. Walking around town, chatting with Bob (an 80 year old Canadian on Busabout. I take my hat off to him!), afternoon beers with Debbie and Marty and karaoke with the Top Deck group. The evenings wouldn't be complete without a whole night of Bob's snoring.
I award Bob first place for being the worst snorer I had in four months in Europe. He gets points for sounding as if he were drowning.
Bob, Miles and I had to share a room together in a pension. The hostel had been booked up by Top Deck. As the three of us enter the room, with the proprietor and a person from the hostel, we notice there are only two bed, a single and a double. The proprietor tried to explain in broken German that the double is in fact two singles. It just so happens that they are both in the same bed frame. Yeah right!
Miles makes a b-line for the single and tries to claim it for himself. Bob summarily kicked him off, much to my relief. I don't mind sharing but I think an 80 year old man needs his space. Especially this one.
The night life wasn't to bad. The hostel was attached to an Aussie bar so there was a bit of liveliness. I can't remember her name (I wonder why?) or her mom's but this Aussie girl I met up with was a damn good singer. The two of them were a good laugh.
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