One Night in Switzerland

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So after the revelries of the final night with the football lads in Germany, I hoisted my weary limbs up out of bed early in the morning and said cheero to my roommate Pete. From there, I walked to the train station and caught a train back into Frankfurt, where I caught one of the flagship Deutshe Bahn ICE trains and whooshed through the countryside of South West Germany and across the border into Switzerland and Basle. Felt a bit like the real Steve McQueen, except of course there was no motorbike or ensuing blood-thirsty soldiers.

Basel was one sleepy ol' town and a couple of days wandering around the quaint and time-preserved old quarter gave me a good feeling of 'getting away from it all'. There were several sleepy little courtyards nestled away here and there where folk would peacefully sit and enjoy the silence or read a book. Another quirk of Basel were the amount of fountains everywhere, fonts made out of everything and anything - bizarre!

Disappointingly, no alps, no mountains and no Mt Eiger. Note to self: check Zurich out next. Good chocolate though, I've never Duty-Free'ed as much Milka in my life - awesome.

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Photos

The German ICE Train.
Best train I've ever been on. Has a facejob like Faceman's Corvette in the A-Team

Room With a View
...from my hotel room