After a boring 3 days in Bruges due to rain, public holiday and a Sunday we caught an early morning train.
Our day consisted of one very long journey consisting of 5 trains, 1 bus and a gondola.
We arrived in the town of Gimmelwald after taking a gondola up a steep cliff. I had my eyes closed the whole time. Our hostel was what most would call rustic, but we were committed to the ultimate alps experience.
Partially by pure luck and partially by good research, we found our heaven.
These are the tables outside of our hostel.
Switzerland and the alps is more beautiful then we ever thought and this tiny town of about 10 houses, a few farms, a hostel and B&B seemed like it was in the middle of all this glory.