The trip from the border was relatively easy. The lady at one of the hotels on the way booked me in on the wrong day but I managed to find a room above a local restaurant and had their excellent fondue. The owners were really nice and the landlord took great pleasure in showing the stranger how to eat it the Swiss way (break up your bread, put black pepper on it, dunk in the kirsch and then dip it in the fondue). It was great but a collestoral exocet. 
I couldn't find a hotel in Yverdon but Jilly came to my rescue and booked me into the chic and minimalist Hotel du Theatre which was the most expensive place I've stayed in and where the soap was definitely worth liberating.
I couldn't find a hotel in Yverdon but Jilly came to my rescue and booked me into the chic and minimalist Hotel du Theatre which was the most expensive place I've stayed in and where the soap was definitely worth liberating.When I got to Lausanne I'd made up the missed bit and as there were tons of trains to Martigny I thought I'd sit in the sun and have a beer and a sandwich to celebrate
This young man served me and asked about the walking stick and we had a discussion about why I was doing the walk and what I'd got out of it. He bought me a second beer which was really nice of him. I wish him and his girlfriend every happiness. The Swiss people I met this time were great. Switerland and I got off on the wrong foot the first time I went to Geneva.
This young man served me and asked about the walking stick and we had a discussion about why I was doing the walk and what I'd got out of it. He bought me a second beer which was really nice of him. I wish him and his girlfriend every happiness. The Swiss people I met this time were great. Switerland and I got off on the wrong foot the first time I went to Geneva.
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