Flew to Zagreb, then to Zurich then caught three trains to Interlaken hating life! For the next few days I was just sick in bed, the hostel was pretty chilled out with nightly DVDs on tv, and I bumped into a mate from college in the hostel (Tim Young.) I walked a bit around one of the lakes with some Californian girls one day, and went paragliding on my last day which was such an amazing peaceful flying feeling, seeing snowcapped mountains and glacial lakes.
Interlaken is a bit of an extreme sports centre; the hostel helps book everything from skydiving, bungy jumping, canyoning, rafting, hang-gliding, etc. I had my heart set on skydiving but wasn't well enough (ears were too blocked!) so contented myself with paragliding and watching everyone else's videos on the TV when they got home from bungy or skydiving! The bungy looked terrifying. It was off a Verzasca Dam wall that's in a James Bond movie (Goldeneye I believe) and the fall is 230m. Youtube it. The videos of backpackers jumping were so scary I'd much rather sky dive!!!
It was weird coming out of Eastern Europe, and walking around town realising that this place was never bombed, never communist.. Always neutral. Everything was beautiful from the cows with cowbells, wooden chalets with overflowing flower window boxes, paragliders twirling overhead, Toblerone mountains around. But it was very expensive. I liked how the Swiss mixed languages mid-sentence as they were speaking, and ended transactions with "danke-merci-auf wiedersehen-ciao!"
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