Adventure???

Not a bad view.

It's R again!

The Sunday after paragliding wasn't quite as interesting as the Saturday (at all), but it did grant a beautiful view. After a strange breakfast, (where you bust into the hostel's kitchen and find that there is some cereal and toast awaiting you), the family took the cable car up to Mürren. Those cable cars and stations were really big on having "007" on them, because they go up to Shilthorn (where a James Bond movie was shot)  From there we hiked the CHILDREN'S ADVENTURE TRAIL! We start, and almost immediately run into a playground. Naturally (with the littles), we stop and play for a while, and then pack up shop with some moaning and "I wanna keep playing"s. But all is good again. We assume that it will be more small playgrounds along the way and small adventure activities (hence the name), but we are wrong. The next stop consists of a small wooden lookout dock (that gave poor T a splinter) and possibly one of the best parts of the trip: a mini zipline. You sit on it and go down the line. T absolutely LOVED it, and I have to say that it was very fun.

zipline!

After that there wasn't any more adventure, at all. Just an amazingly beautiful view of Jungfrau and the mountains surrounding it. It was Gorgeous. But, sadly, so much for the all might CHILDREN'S ADVENTURE TRAIL. T lead us at every split road, and he helped us get the the restaurant at the end of the trail and another playground. It was fun, and we had some fondue and raclette there! It was good, but it left me sick. We didn't bother hiking down, and just took the train. We were glad we did, though, because the view was one of the best I've seen by a long shot. The snow-topped mountains are what get me the most. The rest of the day was trains and dinner, so not much there. Overall Sunday was an amazing day for view hiking (though I still preferred Saturday :)

T leading the way

S makes things fun by doing some climbing

L loves slides - the bigger, the better!

Another candidate for prettiest playground

R left one thing out. On Saturday night someone broke into our hostel room! I woke up and there was a huge guy with a little flashlight standing next to my bed. I didn't even think, I just yelled, "No!" at him very forcefully. He was startled and screamed and E woke up and told him, "Wrong room." Then he left. I was sure the guy was up to no good, but E was sure the guy just had the wrong room.

BUT it was after 2 a.m. in a village so small that its only shop isn't even staffed. There are only a few hotels with five or six rooms each. The two restaurants in the village had closed hours earlier. The gondola to town had stopped running before midnight. So, following E's logic this guy had either been sitting around a deserted village for a few hours before deciding to go to bed, or he had walked down from the livelier village above - a one hour hike in pitch darkness. Also, it seems impossible that he could have mistaken our room for his. Our room was a lean-to addition that you entered from a porch. All the other rooms were in the main part of the building and entered from a regular interior hallway. This is definitely going on the list along with the earthquake and the bear of nighttime emergencies that E has trivialized in order to get back to sleep!

Use the comments section to vote! Do you think it was an innocent mistake? (If so, how could it have happened? Maybe he fell asleep drunk outside? Or he was a vagrant who expected our room to be empty?)

L climbs up for one last ride.