Jet Lag is nothing
Andrew writing today. I’m the only one in the family who has travelled outside Australia so for several weeks I have had a smug satisfaction knowing just how much the rest of them would be blown away by the experience of waking up on the other side of the world with EVERYTHING so different to anything they’ve ever known.
And I have to confess I LOVE international travel. I hadn’t been outside Australia for 18 years before last year when I went to Canada with work, and that was probably what lit the fuse for this trip. So here we are.
Anne has done a great job of detailing our trip over and particularly the valet service we had in Premium Economy. It was a wonderful introduction and a treat beyond imagination. The second flight was a bit harder. We were back to cattle class, admittedly on an A380, and we boarded at 1am by our body clock for a 14 hour slog. Joseph, Anne and Elijah were asleep before the first meal came around but Tim and I are the fussy sleepers of the family and we’d have both been lucky to get more than 3 hours from 5am Friday morning to 8pm last night in Davos, which was 4am Sunday morning in Australia.
Needless to say we crashed and had a good night of sleep last night. Jet lag has hit Tim the hardest, even though he managed 13 hours last night he has been wan and exhausted all day today. He’ll bounce back. As hard as the lack of sleep and adjusting body clock can be, it’s a very small price to pay for the wonder and excitement of being in such a different and beautiful place.
Monstein is classic alpine Swiss. All wooden walls half a metre thick and double glazed. Cobbles in some of the streets (which has helped me understand why the Paris-Roubaix is called the “Hell of the North”). A micro brewery across the road from Nick and Nat’s and two quaint hotels with very popular restaurants. Tourists come in by the busload and wander around taking photos, and just like in Mapleton they assume they have right of way when the locals drive on the road. Most houses have spring water gushing from drinking fountains, Nat just has to reach out her kitchen window to fill a water jug full of ice cold mountain water. The photo with this blog is the view from the bedroom we’re staying in.
This morning we woke to light snow falling on the higher slopes around us. So we took a mountain track up to some small summer huts at 2000m above sea level and spent several hours making snowmen, having snow fights, riding a toboggan, cooking delicious German sausages on a fire and slugging it back with heavy German bread.
Our boys and the Crichton girls have picked up their friendship as though they saw each other yesterday, even though it has been nearly three years since they were last together. Tomorrow the boys are going down to the little Monstein school (30 kids) to do their presentation.
Conveying some of the random observations from the boys:
Joseph: The sun is much weaker here.
All three: Snow is much icier than they had expected.
Elijah: Falling into a stream of snow run-off is cold.