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Thursday, Mar 26, 2009
Since I had taken an early train, I had to wait about an hour and a half for my friend Bill Duba to arrive. I had no way of getting a hold of him, so I just hung out at the train station and killed time. At 6 p.m., he showed up, and we headed back to his place. It wasn't a far walk. Once there, I met his girlfriend Trine, who was very nice. I got settled in, and then we all went out for dinner.
The dinner was great. It was fondue, which I don't think I'd ever really tried it before. I was also told that we'd have to have white wine instead of red, due to superstitions and perhaps taste. No problem. I could learn to appreciate white wine. It was about time for that. Everything was really tasty, and I was almost disappointed that my stomach wasn’t large enough to enjoy more since I became full rather fast. (Thanks again for the dinner, Bill and Trine, that was definitely a highlight on my trip.)
After dinner, we toured the town a little. It’s a nice town with many hills. But then it was back to the apartment for some much-needed rest.
The next day I awoke early and had a hot shower. Breakfast consisted of coffee, juice, and toast.
Afterwards, we walked to the train station where I bought my tickets to Fussen. Then we traveled around the town for several hours. Once that was done, we picked up some food for lunch. Back at the apartment, I used the internet to make my room reservation for Fussen. Immediately after that, I told Bill and Trine that it was set, but they let me know it was made for the wrong night. Oops. I mistakenly made it for the next night when I needed a room the same night. I was going to try and call the hotel, but it turns out that with Booking.com, you can cancel completely if you do it early enough. I canceled and made the reservation at another hotel, which turned out to be cheaper anyway.
Our lunch was great and consisted of a baguette, cheese, meal, veggies, and more coffee. But time was running out. I did some last minute internet work and then logged off. We headed to the train station. I said goodbye to Bill and went to the platform. Fribourg had been a great relaxing place to recharge. The two of them were beyond kind and I was very grateful for their hospitality. That stop made Switzerland worthwhile.
When the train reached Bern, I exited and walked around the city. I had some extra time, so I snapped some photos. It looked like a fun city to explore, but an hour later, I was back on the train (chain gang?).