|Loading up on the train carriage|
|Just the view from our humble chalet.|
|The camouflage netting for the entrance was very effective!|
|I wasn’t clear if we were allowed to take photos.|
|The view from our first train up the mountains.|
|We weren’t trained for this|
|Totally off the rails on Train number 2|
|We developed ski-envy.|
|Train number 3.|
|Part of the complex|
|Standing on ‘the plateau’|
|You ask a guy for one of us with the view…|
|Dave and his little nugget from Ice Age|
|The Sphinx observatory|
On our way back down, we had to wait for the 2nd connecting train to arrive. When it did, we dutifully waited to the side for this bunch of women with sleds to alight – they were blocking the door with sleds. The doors opened, and they just stood there. So we figured they must be continuing on and made to board ourselves – where upon one said to us with considerable disdain ‘we have to get off!’. Esch, without skipping a beat, replied ‘Well get the fuck off then’ – it was perfect.
|The toothed rail on the 2nd trains’ track|
|Another shot from the chalet.|
|The main road. COME ON.|
|The church over the road.|
In the morning Dave and I wandered into the fog up to the castle above the old town. Later in the day Dave spotted a dodgy looking beam. We had a nice pizza for dinner from a local bakery, with some sweet things and this marzipan nutella cake thing particular to the region – delicious! Washed it all down with some Lemoncello. Dave made a remark about another saggy beam in our hotel, and we were told it was from 400AD. Mad.
I really liked the old town, a lot of history and a great atmosphere without the cars around.