While trying to catch up on world news, I stumbled across this on New York Times. I must say, in all the time I spent living up a serene life in good ol’ Suisse, I never did stumble across any of them nude hikers. I musta been living on the wrong side of them mountains. Darn!
I will say this though, that the article gives a hint of the true nature of the Swiss. Though they may seem a lake of serene, polite, conservative faces, they really are a wild bunch once you get them intoxicated and will show you any (and many) body parts you wish you’d never seen. Really.
Despite that, I surely am missing my little slice of heaven. These pics taken off Flickr of the first little Swiss village I called home will explain why.
The then-CIG campus perched on a mountainside provided stunning views
A peek into heaven ... straight out the window of a CIG dorm room
My favourite mode of transport back up from Montreux
The little tranquil village of Glion
