Wednesday, 24-July-2024


With a melancholy sigh, I watched the mountains of Zermatt recede behind me, as the bus pulled away from the cog railway station in Täsch.

Doing so, of course, quickly gave me a whole nice helping of vertigo… so I quickly returned my gaze to the road ahead of the bus as it careened around the steep roads and hairpin turns that would bring us down to Visp. The rest of the cog railway was still out, after the flash floods of May, and I was on the second leg of four legs of this adventure.

A train, to a bus, to a train, to another train. That was my charted course. Frankly, I was a little anxious… but less than I had been in Marseille when I first embarked on a significantly complex train journey. I’d gotten used to it, a little bit at least, and this trip had much more generous layovers than the previous had. I’d figured out the app pretty well, and was able to sit back and enjoy the journey.

I grabbed a (slightly sad) sandwich and pretzel in Zurich. I napped, I reviewed photos, and I read when the train was stable enough to avoid motion sickness.

I enjoyed the views out the window, and soon enough found myself transferring into Germany. It was a simple series of train rides, frankly, and there’s not much to say about them. It worked well, and I heartily endorse Swiss and Germany trains.

Who knew, right?