Crazy Rich Swiss

Chinese tourists are flocking to Switzerland, and apparently it is not an unmitigated blessing to the locals, as officials are now running “special” train service up Mt. Rigi (in the Lucerne area) for “Asians”!

Not that they are racist or anything:

“Despite the special service, the Mt. Rigi railway station authority reiterated that they welcome Chinese visitors”

do go on, railway station authority:

“It also pointed out that increasing number of Chinese travelers may make the local people feel uneasy to some extent” but “the increase in the number of special trains has nothing to do with discrimination against Asian people, particularly Chinese people.”

so glad they cleared that up!


“Swiss authorities will improve the cleaning of the washing rooms and designate certain spots, including a huge stone sent from China’s Mt. Emei in July this year, for Chinese tourists to take photos.”

Oh my.

Back in my days of wandering Europe, it was the Japanese that knotted the Swiss panties. Time marches on I guess.

In the end though, I really don’t understand what all the fuss is about.

After all, the best way up Mt. Rigi is by foot!

River of broken dreams

I have long wanted to sail the Zambezi river, checking out the hippos, crocs, waterbirds, and other animals along its banks. Robin has always been hesitant. Mind you, she’s a true gamer. We have vacationed in Cambodia, Rwanda, Uganda, Guatemala, & Madagascar, among other places. I had her talked into going to the Congo (Brazzavile) this summer, until she read that Ebola was prevalent in the areas we were targeting.

At this point in our lives, I thought the Zambezi would be in the proverbial bag. Then the #$%$#@ Guardian ran this story about a wildlife guide who got swallowed by a hippo.


Here’s a great quote (the guy lived to tell the tale, but that is not impressing Robin too much):

“Blood rose from my body in clouds, and a sense of resignation overwhelmed me. I’ve no idea how long we stayed under – time passes very slowly when you’re in a hippo’s mouth.”

Maybe we will go to Venice or something instead.