Our trail turned away from the cliff face and led straight into the cave. Although a bit dark and musty, occasional lights and a continuous handrail help guide everyone through. After walking steeply downhill, the path took a hairpin turn and then headed towards an opening.
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| Walking on a narrow ledge above the cliff |
We all burst out onto another cliffside walkway. This one was very narrow, probably about 3-4 feet in width. A sheer cliff face rose vertically on one side, while a hefty guardrail anchored the other, protecting visitors from a steep drop-off below. Anyone uncomfortable with heights probably had a tough time walking here. Thankfully that didn't apply to me! I sauntered along, gaping at the incredible views while snapping copious images.
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| Aescher guesthouse |
After traveling a short distance along the walkway we turned a corner, and there up ahead was the famous Aescher guesthouse. This wooden building appeared to melt into the steep mountainside.
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| A closer view of Aescher guesthouse |
This rustic alpine guesthouse, built in 1800, has the distinction of being one of the oldest inns in Switzerland. Originally built to house farmers, goats and cows, Aescher evolved to into a lodge for pilgrims visiting the nearby monks. Today, this guesthouse still welcomes overnight visitors and its restaurant is kept busy feeding hungry hikers that venture over the mountain's trails.
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| We made it! |
Everyone in our hiker group was happy to reach the guesthouse. Someone found a table and many folks sat down to take in the spectacular scenery around. I, however was all about exploring the place. I went inside the restaurant to check it out, but not needing any food or drink, went back outside.
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| The place was quite busy! |
Cindy carried a small Elmo doll and posed it for photos at points of interest to send to her granddaughter. Early on in the trip Kim and I talked about finding some type of little gnome, or other small stuffed animal, to do the same thing. Problem was neither of us had found anything we liked yet. That is, until I went into the guesthouse's small gift shop.
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| Time for a break |
Poking around the sparse collection of souvenir items, I came upon a small stuffed cow. With big eyes, a charming smile, and a red Swiss kerchief around its neck, the cute little bovine won me over. This was the furry friend I'd been seeking! I had to have it! Of course, the isolated location of this gift shop meant an expensive price, but I didn't care.
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| My new fuzzy friend |
So that's how I acquired my first Swiss souvenir. I showed my new fuzzy friend to Kim and she loved the cow too. Now we just had to give her a name. Something Swiss, of course.
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| Time to hike back uphill |
I'd ponder a cow name while hiking back to the top. After hanging out at Aescher guesthouse for a good long break, it was time to head back to the lift. Since our return trip would be all uphill (and steeply at that!) Kim and I wanted to allow enough time - we didn't want to be the ones holding up our group.
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| So many photo ops! |
In our haste to get to the guesthouse, Kim and I bypassed a few points of interest on the way down. On our return trip, we stopped first at the Wildkirchli Chapel, a tiny church nestled in one of the caves. Built by the hermit monks that used to live on this precipitous cliff, a wooden bell tower and fence framed this unique place of worship.
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| The tiny mountain chapel |
Kim and I also passed by a tiny wooden cabin that housed the hermit monks who lived on this mountain from 1658 to 1853.
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The monk's hut
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As the path veered away from the cliff face, our real climbing began! Kim and I huffed and puffed as we crawled uphill. Thinking it would be chilly on the mountaintop, we'd both donned our heavy jackets and knit hats. But the sun's solar energy had warmed things up considerably. That combined with our uphill exertions had Kim and I peeling off our layers.
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| Kim takes a breather |
Of course, the scenery continued to impress and I took several photography (aka "rest") breaks along the way. Kim didn't complain!
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| Dramatic scenery |
When Kim and I finally made it back to the upper lift station, there was still a bit of time left before our group was to gather for the downhill ride. Seeing a trail wandering above the lift, I decided to trek up to the top for hopefully more views. Kim, who'd had enough hiking for the day, decided to stay put.
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| I hiked a little higher above the gondola station |
I walked about a half mile uphill through a lovely green meadow. I was told that farmers graze their cows in these alpine meadows during summer months. However, it appeared by mid-September they'd already moved their livestock to lower elevations, because there were no cows to be seen.
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| Steep cliffs |
The scenery was gorgeous though. Many snow-marbled peaks, rocky cliff faces, and green vegetation everywhere. I soaked in the views, snapped a few images, and then headed back down.
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| The valley is still socked in |
The cloud-shrouded valley also made for some dramatic scenery.
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| Taking my new pal for a hike |
Soon it was time to ride the gondola back down through the clouds. I'd enjoyed my morning up on Ebenalp. This was another place I would've loved to spend more time exploring.
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| Views on the gondola ride down |
Our tour group crammed into the gondola cab along with a fair number of other tourists, including two very large dogs. Cindy and Karen had scored spots in the very front of the cab, and beckoned me to join them. I was grateful for their invitation - this was the best spot to get photographs of our descent.
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| Gloomy weather at the base |
Back at the gondola base, the weather was overcast and gloomy once again. Everyone filed back into the bus for the ride to our next destination. Tony had planned our lunch stop in the nearby tiny country of Liechtenstein.
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| Scenery out the bus window |
Now acclimated to our seats behind the driver, Kim and I began to enjoy the heck out of our lofty perch. The views were so much better through the wide front window!
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| A cute village |
We passed through several adorable villages, each surrounded by green hills.
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| Starting our descent |
Our route took us out of the mountains, driving steeply downhill through several sharp highway curves.
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| Lots of hairpin switchbacks - glad I wasn't driving! |
The road also had lots of gnarly hairpin switchbacks, which our driver Eric had to navigate. The seat directly behind him gave us an excellent vantage of the twisty road. I was duly impressed with Eric's driving skills. (And grateful it was him driving and not me!)
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| Approaching Liechtenstein |
After at least an hour spent winding downhill, our road flattened out into a valley ringed by tall mountains. A river flowed on one side of the road. Tony said this was Rhine River, and it formed the border between Switzerland and Liechtenstein.
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| Getting our passports stamped at the tourist office |
After traveling through the valley for awhile, our bus made a turn, and crossing the Rhine, we entered into Liechtenstein and it's capitol city of Vaduz. There was no official border crossing and no stopping for customs. Liechtenstein and Switzerland have a close working relationship, and in some ways Liechtenstein functions like another Swiss canton (state.) The currency here is Swiss Francs, and the official language Swiss German.
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| Proof we were there! |
This tiny country, only 62 square miles in size, is sandwiched between Switzerland and Austria. Ruled by a billionaire prince, it is a semi-constitutional monarchy. A few other interesting facts: Liechtenstein is predominantly Catholic, very conservative, has the distinction of being one of the few countries with no debt, and didn't grant women the right to vote until 1984.
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| The prince's castle, high on a hillside |
The bus let us out at the tourist information office, where Tony said for a small fee you could get your passport stamped. There were a few restaurants nearby, but since our group was only allotted 45 minutes for lunch, most of us grabbed sandwiches at the nearby Coop grocery store.
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| More fantastic mountain scenery |
After paying 3.50 Francs to get our passports stamped, Kim and I took a few selfies at the large Liechtenstein sign (to prove we were there!) and also snapped some images of the Prince's fabulous castle, perched high above the city. That's about all there was to do in Liechtenstein.
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| Lotti, our new bus buddy |
After our short visit to Liechtenstein, it was back on the bus once again. Our next destination would be the town of Bellinzona for a tour of Castle Grande.
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| Scenes from the bus |
With a bit of time on our hands, Kim and I agreed it was time to pick a name for my new little cow. I thought about "Heidi" but it didn't seem Swiss enough. I asked Tony if he knew a good Swiss cow name, and he deferred to our driver Eric. Eric suggested the name "Lotti" (loh-tee). Apparently a lot of good Swiss cows bear this name. So Lotti it was!
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| Another storybook village |
Driving back in Switzerland towards our next stop took us through more amazing mountain scenery. I tried my darndest to capture pictures with my phone, but not many were keepers (bus window glare ruined quite a few). Kim and I kept exclaiming how beautiful everything was. I'm sure Eric got tired of hearing our commentary!
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| Funny sign at the rest area |
About halfway to our next town, we made a pit stop at a roadside rest area. Everyone filed out to use the facilities - which were a line of individual steel sided port-a-potties. The toilet inside had a spring-loaded lid. You had to pull it down and quick sit on it, or the lid would pop back up. Not my favorite restroom! However, outside my tour-mates had a good giggle at a prominent sign that said "ausfahrt." A lot of folks took turns posing for photos by that sign with the funny name. Back on the bus, Tony explained that "ausfahrt" meant "vehicle exit," not something restroom-related.
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| The Swiss love their tunnels! |
On the road again! Back down more windy mountain roads, through lots of tunnels. After driving in Switzerland for three days, tunnels were becoming commonplace. With so many rocky obstacles in this country, the industrious Swiss decided in some cases it was easier to go through the mountain than up and over it.
Switzerland is an unusual country in that it has four official languages. Depending upon where in the country you live, one might speak German, French, or Italian. (The fourth language, Romansch, is spoken in a very small area of Switzerland.) Our next destination would be in the Italian area of the country.
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| Welcome sign |
Finally our bus pulled into the Italian-speaking town of Bellinzona, our third stop of the day. Our group was scheduled to tour the nearby Castle Grande.
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| This castle was amazing from the very start |
After piling out of the bus once again, Tony introduced us to our local guide, an American woman who had come to Switzerland for college, fell in love with a local man, and now lived in Bellinzona.
Our guide led us through the city to a large plaza below the famous castle. Castle Grande loomed high above atop a rocky promontory.
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| View through a narrow window |
It was fun to watch the people in the plaza interact. As opposed to the straight-laced, stern atmosphere in the German speaking part of the country, the mood in the Italian region was more relaxed. Couples strolled together, people sat and conversed, and children rode bicycles through the large open area. Everyone seemed friendlier.
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| Colorful buildings below |
Thinking we'd have to hoof it up the steep hill to reach the castle, our guide surprised the group by leading us toward the elevators. Due to limited space, it took a few trips to get everyone to the top. However once our group was reunited, she led us up an inclined cobblestone street, surrounded on both sides by tall castle walls.
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| Tall tower |
Through time the town of Bellinzona was an important geographic location in the Swiss Alps. Several key Alpine pass routes, connecting Northern and Southern Europe, all converged here. The tall rocky hill overlooking Bellinzona has always had some sort of watchtower or fortification built upon it. Castle Grande's fortified complex can be traced back to the middle 14th century.
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| Looking down into the courtyard |
My tour-mates and I slowly walked up the inclined roadway, marveling at the rockwork, and peeking through narrow slits in the walls.
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| Walkway between two towers |
Our path leveled out into a large, grassy open area. Walls rose on one side, with two tall towers anchoring one end. From on top of this high hill one got great views of the city below. I also noticed another castle perched on a hill across the valley. I later read that two other castles were constructed atop other hills in Bellinzona, to protect this city's strategic location.
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| Exit view |
Our guide said we could climb up to the top of one tower, traverse a walkway to the other tower, and go inside the second tower. Of course, I wanted to do this, and eagerly followed my tour group up the stairs.
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| Grand views from on high |
Since I was taking photos as I went, I naturally gravitated to the end of the line. But once I finally got on top of the second tower, nearly everyone had already left, so I had the place to myself.
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| Every Swiss town must have a clock tower |
Oh the views were grand here! I looked down on the colorful pastel buildings and orange tile roofs of Bellinzona. I spotted the green mountains surrounding the town. And I got some great views of the neighboring castle across the valley.
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| Neighboring castle |
But seeing as I was the only one in the tower, I hurried back down to the plaza, not wanting to be left behind.
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| Walking back to rejoin the group |
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| Rockwork detail |
Back with the group, the guide was starting to lead us to another part of the castle grounds. But someone asked me where Kim was. She'd been far ahead of me when everyone had climbed up the tower, and I'd lost track of her. Tony and the others started panicking because she wasn't with the group. I was just about to call her call phone, when we heard a voice calling "I'm over here!" There was Kim, perched atop a wall across from where our group stood. Whew!
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| We found Kim! |
Since the castle grounds were expansive, there was much more to see. (It certainly lived up to it's "Castle Grande" name.) I peered over another wall section and discovered a large vineyard below.
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| Vineyard between the castle walls |
What I really enjoyed about Castle Grande - it wasn't something you could look at but not touch. Visitors were allowed to scramble up the towers and walk atop the rock walls. Made me feel like I was one of the soldiers stationed here. I really liked being able to interact with this historic structure.
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| We could walk all over the castle |
One section of the walled fortress sloped down a ridge to a lower portion of the hill. The path was lined by more tall rock walls. A most unusual part of the castle grounds!
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| A long, steep descent but oh the views! |
Despite navigating a steep descent, I couldn't resist walking down to explore this unique area of the castle.
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| Vineyard area |
Kim and I walked down the grassy path to another small tower on the opposite end. Looking back, this vantage point gave one a great overview of the entire castle spread out over the hilltop. It occupied quite a large area!
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| There must be a selfie! |
After lots and lots of photographs, it was time for Kim and I to brave the steep uphill climb back to where the rest of our group was waiting.
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| The steep climb back up |
I survived the strenuous climb, mostly because I kept stopping and taking photos, providing a few de facto rest breaks.
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| Walking across a wall |
For the final portion of the tour, our guide led us to a parklike area below the castle walls and towers. While she was giving us more history, a few young men on bikes came hurtling by our group, and one nearly hit my buddy Tad!
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| Below the castle walls |
Time to get outta there! Instead of taking the elevators, our guide led us down a long sloping path that circled the castle walls.
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| Taking the road back to town |
I found the rock detail on the castle walls to be fascinating.
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| Wall details |
As we descended, the views of Bellinzona were really great too. More photographs may have been taken......
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| Town views |
It was interesting seeing the back patios of the residences.
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| Back patio views |
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| Vegetation covered walls |
Our walkway ended at a staircase. Everyone climbed down the stairs to another narrow sidewalk that snaked between the buildings.
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| Down the stairs |
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| Interesting graffiti |
Eventually we all ended up at the city hall building. It was interesting as it had an open-air plaza in the middle.
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| Lots of staircases |
Then it was back to bus for a short ride to our final destination of the day - the Italian speaking city of Lugano. While on the bus, Lisa, our assistant tour guide gave us a quick Italian language lesson. She taught us the numbers 1 through 500, and then announced everyone's hotel room numbers in Italian. I was surprised how easy counting in Italian was - some of it actually made sense. When Kim and I's room number was read off, I almost got it right.
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| The town flag |
Being on the go all day didn't provide me any time to tend to my infected facial blemish. I hadn't been able to apply any of the antibiotic cream since early morning. By late afternoon that side of my face was beginning to feel hot and swollen. I wasn't feeling very good either.
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| City hall |
Our bus entered the busy city of Lugano and wound through heavy traffic to our downtown hotel. After unloading our luggage and finding our room, all I wanted to do was crawl into bed and rest. But Tony had scheduled a quick orientation walk through the immediate area before setting us free to find dinner. I didn't want to miss that. Besides, both Kim and I were starving. I hoped maybe some food would help me feel better.
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| Smallest car ever! |
Lugano was situated on the shores of another lovely lake. (Lake Lugano, of course.) It appeared there was a lot of money in this town. Many high-end businesses dominated the storefronts. The downtown pedestrian mall was having an exhibition of luxury vehicles and there were all kinds of fancy (and expensive!) autos on display.
It was hard to appreciate much as I was feeling truly awful and just wanted to go back to the hotel. After the quick walkabout Kim and I went in search of dinner. We spotted Cindy and Karen sitting outside a restaurant specializing in spaghetti and they invited us to join them. The food was good, but the entire dining experience took an extremely long time. The waitress didn't understand English very well, and was super slow in bringing our check.
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| Lugano waterfront |
Finally returning to the hotel, I took my band aid off and gasped at my angry zit. It had swollen to the size of a nickel and was ringed in red. It was apparent to both Kim and I that I needed to see another doctor and get some oral antibiotics. Luckily, tomorrow was a free day in Lugano, so I'd have an opportunity to get medical help. But first I had to get through the night.
Would I be able to find a doctor and get some relief? To be continued in my next post....
