Swiss Cows and Jingling Bells!

First of all let me apologize for the long hiatus (under the assumption that someone gives a damn!...oh well self- delusion can do wonders for your ego). It was partly due to a spur of the moment trip to the Swiss Mountains where I met the incredible Swiss cows that are said to give 20 liters of milk a day (India is never going to make a dent in the chocolate market for sure). Even though I am not into travelogues like my fellow blogger Illusions, I think I need to share a few bits of this trip with you all.

Traveling in and out of UK is very very expensive. I swear if they could charge you for breathing the British air, they would. Anyway, we paid a sweet sum for our three day guided tour, which incidentally started from Heathrow Airport and ended there, leaving us the task to arrange for transport to and from the airport itself. Now for all those who are familiar with my location, I live around 70 miles to the south of London and it takes about 2 hours or more to get to the airport, whatever travel mode you adopt. But the sweetest thing was the flight time - 8.50 am, which meant we had to report at 6.50 am, since it was a international flight. This meant we had to leave Ipswich by 4.30am at least. And nothing runs that early in the morning except Taxis, which of course would have cost us half the amount of the while tour package itself. Add to the the return flight at 9.15pm put us in the same situation again.

So, brilliant as I am, I found the perfect solution. Hire a car, drive to a paid parking lot near Heathrow and let it rot there for three days! That was the cheapest and most flexible arrangement that I could find. And it was such a waste of the car hire that it literally hurt for me to agree to my own idea! But agree I did. And that worked out pretty well at the end.

Now the other interesting bit would be our tour itself. Right after we landed in Zurich and boarded the coach that would take us everywhere during the tour, our guide took charge, who I will call the EnergyBunny (as in Duracell) for the sake of anonymity. He told us that while on the tour he is the boss, and when he whistles (which no other European evidently does) we are all to come to heel. And for the next three days, his ear splitting whistle had us all running. As one of us commented, we felt like it was a school trip.

To maintain our strict and hectic schedule, we also had to go on command. Yes, all those of you who are snickering, we were always shown the toilets and told to do our thing in the given time. Talk about potty training! And in the end, as one fellow sufferer pointed out, we all saw more Swiss toilets then landmarks in these three days. But I was personally very happy to have my own sat nav to toilets!

And then there was the whole charm of travelling in the group - the parents who could never get their kids ready and set on time, the ladies who were always late because they kept freshening up their make up and the occasional lovey dovey couples who just had to take the perfect shot. And the sound of the sharp whistle followed by our guide's bellow bringing us all running to the coach. In between, he also kept us entertained with jokes, song, games.....and a constant stream of information - like why do Swiss cows wear bells of different size? Anyone interested? Well it seems, bells of different size creates a sort of melody when the cows move, instead of a cacophony that would result if all the bells sounded the same. And this melody, reportedly, causes the cows to give more milk! ( Is the milk industry walah in India reading this?)

All in all, it was a unique and memorable and hopefully the only guided trip I will ever take. Now if you all would excuse me, I need to go unwrap that Swiss Dark Chocolate that is waiting for me....ciao!

Here is a Swiss sunset to wrap it up