Monday, 15th October 2001.
Them hills is alive

The train trip from Lucerne to Interlaken was simply glorious. Placid lakes, grand mountains, lush green valleys and pastures, all stereotypical stuff!

The hills of Interlaken were alive with the sound of fighter jets screaming overhead. All afternoon.

Outside the window of my hostel room is a herd of goats. The goats all have bells on, which is handy. But I need my sleep, for tomorrow I'm off to Murren!