21 years on, almost to the exact day. The dungarees were paler blue and patterned, and the hair longer; John had more hair and Converse trainers but here was are in Obergesteln where it all started. And as we drove through the Goms Valley, the memories flowed:
- the men from Oberwald (g-dong)
- a mountain walk that was more challenging than was originally expected
- the bench by the church (still there!)
- a football tournament that a very competitive man called John (not my John) lost to everyone's amusement
- cycling to Munster along the airfield
- giving pigs indigestion with the remains of our curry
- ice cream in Ulrichen
- the 'sprawling metropolis' of Brig
- sliding down an ice flow in Fiesch
And the trip over the Grimselpass too - although there were no breakdowns this time, we weren't in a coach and it wasn't as scary this time!
I did feel like I was in Les Revenants though as we passed the reservoir...
and then John saw a child that looked just like Victor scooting past in Zermatt. I'm watching out for zombies although I can just see lots of Japanese tourists at the moment and they're less scary!
So we're in Zermatt now and it's lovely. Some beautiful old buildings, the mountains around us are stunning, and it was nice to feel a bit chilly this evening (and get slightly damp as the rain bounced off the edge of the restaurant canopy!)
Up a mountain tomorrow - must pack the Rescue Remedy in case of cable cars!
No comments:
Post a Comment