Grindelwald - Lauterbutten - Grindelwald

The plague continues to lay waste to each and all it encounters taking Nicki down today.  So far, of Switzerland, Nicki has seen the inside of our apartment, the bathroom and the bedroom ceiling (and not in a good way). 

Meanwhile soldiering on and waiting for the inevitable to catch up with me I took the lads out to a place called Lauterbrunnen which is a town set between 2 massive walls of rock that go on for miles.  In mountain speak I guess you'd call that a valley.  

View from under Trummelbach Falls.           

Anyway it was raining all morning so we didn't head out until after lunch in the miserable weather but it was well worth it in the end as there were heaps of waterfalls coming down the sheer cliff faces due to the overnight rain.  I've read, though we didn't see any, that this is a bit of a base jumping mecca due to the aforementioned verticality of the rocks.  

The biggest and best waterfall is Trummelbach.  Some clever Swiss blokes have carved a tunnel into the rock face to let you get closer to the falls so we did that.

Trummelbach Falls.

Saw heaps of young Aussies in thongs (of course) looking seedy as buggery.  Wandered back down the path, past a campground and spied a Contiki bus which cleared up that little mystery. 

After that I took the kids ice skating in Grindelwald which was a like watching a herd of giraffes on ice.  Funny stuff but they slowly started to get the hang of it by the end.  My super manly roller blading experience left me in good stead on the ice.  Then we saw some under 11's (?) play an actual game for about 15 minutes.  Not as many fights as I'd hoped.

Came home to a very ill wife who had hardly moved all day from the bed.  Cooked dinner and saw Harry bolt past me and the toilet (why?) to park a massive tiger on our verandah!  And thence 3 more times during the night.

At 2.30am I woke to hear Max joining the club, though at least he found some parts of the toilet giving him slightly favoured son status for that day.

Stray observations:  Vomit is only funny in movies or when it happens to your mates.  It is not funny when you have to clean it up.  Three or four times.  

And my kids complain when they
 have to mow the front yard.

Viewing point carved into the rock. Look closely.