02.07.2011 - 02.07.2011 22 °C
Shane made us eggs and fried potatoes for breakfast and man was it good! We ate it outside in the cold to keep away from the flies buzzing incessantly around. The sun spread over the ground before us a few minutes after we sat down and continued it’s run down the mountain. We left for our walk at 0900, taking the cable car to Mürren. The Northface trail we decided on took us through pastures of cows and meadows filled with flowers. The only sounds were birds, cow bells and the small streams of water making its way down to the bottom of the valley. Flowers in every colour begged to be picked and put in a bouquet. The trail took a few beautiful, blissful hours to complete and at the end we ate our lunch. Bread, nutella and wine, a gift from Daniel in Germany. Delicious!
On our way back down the mountain, (which got a lot harder after a few glasses of wine!) Shane and I talked about how awesome these cows were (well, all the animals) and how happy they seem, it makes the incentive to buy local humanely raised animals so much higher. We can’t wait to get back home and stock our pantry with as much local and sustainable products as possible. Only buy the same free range eggs we’ve been getting and hopefully getting into a raw milk share where the milk actually tastes like milk and meadow, not chemicals and water. We stopped to feed the cows wherever we saw them.
When we finally got back to Gimmelwald we took showers (finally!) and changed. Then, as soon as we could, we went to find the cheese man we’d heard so much about. When we walked to his house down the road there a couple was already waiting. Hans took us all across the road to his cheese shack, a small house filled with aging cheese! He cut us off a piece to try and it was SO good! It is local Alp cheese, unpasteurized and made only during the summer when the cows are in the Alps. We bought a chunk of cheese and a piece of sausage as well as a hunk of butter made by the same cows. Hans was an awesome character, witty, quick and 70 years old and he liked us a lot. He made us promise to name our first child Hans even if it was a girl and to call him up when we needed a godfather!
We ate dinner at the only other restaurant in town, next door to our hostel. We had a glass of local milk and a plate of meat and cheese. Not cheap, but quite good. We spent time updating the blog and getting ready for bed in our dark, tiny dorm room. At 2300 when 14 people were trying to sleep, the lights were on so one guy could read. I stewed about it for 30 minutes until at 2330 I finally asked to turn out the lights. I love hostels.