In 1961, we had our first trip to a different country. We went to Dover by train (via London and so two train rides!); crossed the English Channel by boat, and then boarded a luxury coach in Calais which took us through France and into Switzerland!
We stayed in (what was then) a small town called Merligan, on Lake Thun, and our hotel ( Hotel des Alpes) overlooked the lake. I had such a wonderful time because the most efficient way of getting around was often the paddle steamers on the lake. I also found a railway line in Interlaken! Ships and trains! What more could anybody want?
It was here that my Dad introduced me to dark beer! (“If anybody asks ……. tell them it’s coke!”)
We had many adventures both from an organized perspective and from occasional wanderings but two that come to mind were the chair lift ride up Grindenwald (3000ft above sea level; surrounded my ice and snow, and warm!), and Trummelbach Falls (so much water flowing through tunnels naturally created through rock!). We had never seen anything quite like it before.
A note on the back of the Interlaken photo (above), and in my Dad’s hand writing, reads:
INTERLAKEN – “Happy Days” – Just over twenty pounds each for a fortnight’s holiday – Full board, with excursions thrown in! Wow!