Stupidity in Interlaken

Trip Start Mar 14, 2009
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Tuesday, April 21, 2009

After 11 days doing bugger all we have finally left Menton, and back to work. We were sad to leave, and Dino will especially miss Andreas. We said our goodbyes to Andreas and we promised we would meet up in Italy, in the near future.

We are learning that to get anywhere in Europe it takes a whole day and several changes of trains, even if on the map it doesn't seem all that far. Also a lot of waiting at train stations that don't have any seats or any descent food.

To get from Southern France, Menton it took us four trains and 12 hours to get to Interlaken, Switzerland. We were lucky we made the direct train from Menton to Milan (€30 each, dep 10.28am), that morning as it took us 3 hours to pack up our tent in the rain. Shona only made the train because it was delayed as she refused to leave France without a baguette and a Chocolate Eclair, nearly killing herself in the run back to the station. After a 3 hour wait in Milan we caught another train, which we thought went straight to Spiez in Switzerland (48€ each, dep 18.25), however once aboard we found out that we had to change at the Swiss border. From Spiez we caught yet another train, this time only a 30 minute wait, to get to Interlaken (13€ together, one an hour), arriving at 10 in the evening. Oh good arriving at night yet again, we are such quick learners.

Rule one of Backpacking: don't arrive after dark.

We had been given the directions to our Hostel when we booked, so once arriving at Interlaken Dino set off to locate the offending Hostel. The directions however lead to a gravel road under maintenance with no street lights or signs. Dino wandered as far as he thought the road went but figured it was a dead end. After half an hour of searching Shona thought it the best idea to ask someone if they new of the hostel we thought we were staying at. It was in the complete opposite direction of where we were looking. No wonder we couldn't bloody find the place.
We finally found the place but they could not locate our booking. We thoughts this was a bit odd as we have not had a problem with the same on line booking service before. We had our reference number and as soon as we looked at the page we realised we had written a different Hostel above the reference. We surely are not that stupid to write the wrong name down. Dino for some reason, maybe it was the 12 hours on the train, still insisted we were in the right place. They had Internet so Shona checked the confirmation form, after kicking a really nice Canadian off it. Low and behold we were at the wrong one.



The guy at the wrong hostel gave us directions back to the gravel path, so off we went again hopefully this time to find our Hostel , the hour was now approaching 11. Dino set off again, coming back in a huff because he still found it to lead to a dead end. We wandered around the area looking for the street sign for at least another half an hour, asking passer bys if they new of the Hostel or even the street name. One more time we were pointed down the gravel road. This time we both set off with back packs and all (this was Dino's fourth time down the bloody street). Down we walked through the dark, tripping over the large rocks, past the bull dozer, around the holes and down in the corner we crossed a small temporary bridge, that understandably in the dark Dino had missed earlier. Back onto pavement, around a couple of bends and there  was OUR Hostel. With a pub. Will this be the lesson that we learn from, knowing us probably not.
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