My attachment....Juliet

Despite the lack of interest in my love life(See Wuv... twoo wuv) I am still attached. In fact she's lying on a cushion on the floor in front of me while I write this. As for her head, which got caught in the underground train door if you remember, no major damage was done so it's all good.

So as promised here are some photos.

Nic, Marie and Enoha

After everyone had left from Torgon I headed home via Nyon to catch up with Nic and Marie and meet Enoha, their 6 week old baby girl. It was great to catch up with them again and spend some time in Nyon, which was another gorgeous little town. They had such a great apartment in the middle of town overlooking the lake and the castle and right above a Confiserie(Bakery/Cake shop). For those who have heard Nic and Marie talk about the Confiserie it's well worth a visit. It's a pity I didn't have more time to sample all its delights.

Montreux - too early for Jazz

While I was in Switzerland I spent a day out at Montreux, ala the famous Montreux Jazz Festival, except I was a bit early for it. About 6 months early. It was such a gorgeous little town right on Lake Geneva. I can see why so many famous artists/musicians/writers have lived there during their lives. Queen were based there, Charlie Chaplin, King of the Netherlands had a house there, Tchaikovsky stayed there for a bit and the list goes on.

For lunch I had fondue of two swiss cheeses and white wine. For those that don't know what fondue is, it's a big pot of melted cheese that you dip bread in and eat. Nice. What was just as nice though was the view, see below.

Skeee'ing in Sveeeetzerland

Having not seen snow since Christmas I decided to go on a little ski trip to Switzerland. Torgon in fact, which is South West of Lake Geneva. After a hellish bus ride which took 11 hours too long(33 in total), due to the French, we arrived at 5am on Sunday morning. Thankfully it was all uphill from there, and then downhill(much quicker) then uphill and down and up and.... etc.

The little ski-in village was quite close to France so we often found ourselves eating lunch in France and getting ripped off big time by the locals because we didn't have any Euro's. It also didn't help that the extent of my French was 'pourqoui' - So they'd tell me something and my response would be 'why?'. They'd then explaing why and again I'd ask 'why?'. Estupido foreigners vai cant zey lern MY language?!

The worst part of skiing into another country was having to ski through those stupid x-ray machines every time we crossed the border. :p As if it's not cold enough WITH my clothes on! Anyway here are the pics...