Interlaken Travel Blog› entry 2 of 2 › view all entries
June 26th, 2005 – by: bdstans
After switching trains and applying deodorant our heroes are on their way to Interlaken where they'll catch yet another train, a bus, and finally a gondola to the mountain village of Gimmelwald. The train to Interlaken quickly fills itself to the gills with teenagers and young adults sporting band t-shirts and enthusiastic hair.
The mountains surrounding Interlaken are lush and majestic with waterfalls cascading down the cliffs, one after the other, forming a colossal shower room for the gods.
Upon arrival B.R.A.D. is somewhat disappointed. The village is indeed enchanting, however, the food is terribly expensive, as is the hostel, and the going rate for one person to sleep in the barn is more than it would cost for all four of them to camp in the valley below. "Well we didn't come up here for nothing did we?" Amy proclaims, and suggests they at least try the food. Agreed.
Not feeling very heroic at the moment, all four of our weary travelers choose to forgo the Horse Shit Balls and play it safe instead, ordering the schnitzel.
As they are chugging into town they all spy through the train car windows a massive tent city in the distance. Upon closer inspection they realize that this has to be the festival the young girl spoke of. It is not a brass band festival at all...it is in fact a rock concert. A three day rock festival if you will. A rock festival they could have been enjoying instead of wandering through an old, boring village! R.A.D. turn and glare accusingly at B., who promptly kicks himself in the ass for his very unfortunate error in assuming hundreds of young people would board a train and flock to a brass band festival.
B.R.A.D. pile optimistically into a crowded shuttle to the festival, walk to the entrance, and are turned away because they only accept cash. Bryan will surely never live this down. They decide it isn't worth it to ride all the way back to town, get cash, and come back to pay the $180 each just to see the last few bands. And, since they are apparently not heroic enough to jump the fence like so many others are doing as they stand there hating themselves (mostly Bryan), they retreat back to the train station and decide unanimously to leave Switzerland behind and carry on to Italy...but not before having a little moderately overpriced fun to lift their spirits!
Our heroes (i am hesitant to give them that title presently.
The ride is everything one would expect from a class-4 river in the mountains of Switzerland. The water is cold, the rapids are rolling, the paddling is fierce, and the brothers are intent on submerging their sisters in the freezing water when the ride is finished.
So onward, heroes! And don't forget your Eurail passes (David)!
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