Train

The Glacier Express

When thinking about how to fill my last week before school in Lausanne, Switzerland, I did a lot of research about top attractions in Switzerland.  I figured it would behoove me to learn a little bit about the country I was soon to live in for over a year. The Glacier Express consistently came up as one of the top attractions in the country, as well as one of the must-do items in the world.  So I bought a ticket.

The Glacier Express is a train, outfitted with panoramic windows throughout the cabin and runs from St. Moritz in the Northeast of Switzerland to Zermatt in the Southwest. It starts at 1600 meters and winds its way down to the glacial valley floor and follows a track through the heart of the Swiss alps, along rivers and streams, through hamlets and larger villages, and then climbs its way back up the steep alpine slopes to finish in Zermatt at 1800 meters at the foot of the Matterhorn. It takes about 8 hours and travels through some of the oldest and most pristine areas of Switzerland...cool.

I was pumped.

I met the train in St. Moritz and took my seat in 1st Class, windows arching overhead. The train pulled out of the station exactly on time (to the minute) and headed towards Chur. Through switchbacks and tunnels over towering bridges and a gentle descent as we made our way down the mountain to the glacial valley floor. Stretching out ahead of us, one could see how through the course of millennia glaciers carved their way through the landscape, leaving behind a verdant landscape for growing crops with towering mountain cliffs framing the scene.

 

After Chur we entered into the "Swiss Grand Canyon", an area that for over a hundred years remained isolated from railway due to its gradient, but Swiss engineering prevailed to build rail through the gorge, providing us with a view of where the great Rhine river begins to form. Gentle waterfalls spray droplets down to the valley floor, trickling streams begin to form, brooks gather speed as they come together, a river begins to form, and all of sudden the waters are seen as a torrent as they move down the mountain. The water is an opaque milky grey, rich with minerals from the mountains.

Photo credited to GalcierExpress.ch

As we moved south, we bore witness to the formation of perhaps the greatest river in Europe, the Rhone. It forms the same way, streams running together to form the rolling river waters. On the slope towns that were founded in 800AD sit nestled into the mountainside. And soon, we entered the Valaise, Europe's northernmost vineyards and one of Switzerland's most prized growing areas.

At Bis we began to climb. The train is outfitted with a cog wheel allowing us to turn forward motion into torque, pulling us from 400 meters to 1800 meters! We ascended a cliffside so remarkably steep it is hard to comprehend how the Swiss laid down the tracks.  But these tracks were actually made nearly 100 years ago by Napoleon seeking to create a connection from the Alps to Milan. It is a remarkable feat and the views from the train are shocking and absolutely beautiful. Unfortunately the weather did not cooperate for picture taking, but having windows surrounding the train allowing me to look straight up the mountain 2,000m and straight down to the valley floor 2,000m, it's an experience that is hard to describe.

The train ride was amazing. The thoughts of the Impressionists still resonated with me as I watched the sprawling gorgeous landscape move past my window. It forced me to be present and mindful of the remarkable experience the whole way. If you have the time, this was an amazing trip and well worth the time and money.  It was breathtaking and culminated at Zermatt, an adorable town tucked right at the base of the Matterhorn. My experience there is summarized in following posts.  Such a cool experience.

For more information, check out this awesome interactive video about The Glacier Express HERE!


A long travel day

St. Moritz, Switzerland

St. Moritz, Switzerland

What follows is the story of my 14 hour journey from London to St. Moritz: 2 Buses, 1 Plane, 2 Trains, 1 Taxi, and 5mi Walking...

I woke up this morning at 7:30am in Kingston, London. I made sure my bags were packed and walked out the door.  After a long and wonderful journey around Europe, I was at last on my way to Switzerland, although the vacation was not over yet.

I walked 20 minutes to the bus, which took me to London Heathrow Airport (approx. 1 hour), although I was flying from London Luton Airport, so I had to catch another bus to Luton (1 hour). I arrived with time to check my bags and catch my flight to Zurich.

The flight to Zurich was an easy 2 hours. After disembarking from the plane and customs (“How long will you be staying in Switzerland?” “Oh, a year!”), I collected my bags, navigated to the train station and purchased my train ticket to St. Moritz.

As the train pulled out of the station, it hit me, I am in Switzerland! As the relatively urban landscape of Zurich fell behind, beautiful mountains began to unfold, a gorgeous lake spilling in the distance, green everywhere, and villages dotting the hillsides. Switzerland is beautiful and I haven’t seen anything yet.

Grr German Menu!

Grr German Menu!

I had to change trains in Chur (2 hours from Zurich). As you may have heard, the Swiss train system runs like clockwork (pun intended). In fact, the timetable is actually printed on the station wall, because each train arrives on time to the minute and exactly the right platform, it’s amazing. Although that didn’t do me any good because I couldn’t read German and was looking at the bus timetable instead of the train schedule and I missed my connecting train. Oh well, I decided to get something to eat with the hour I had.

I found a little cafe with outdoor seating and asked for a menu. It as all in German and inevitably the waitress didn’t speak English. So I ordered a beer, perusing the menu, and ordered something with the words “Brot, Fritz, i Chur” for 20CHF (approximately $1=1CHF, Switzerland is ridiculously expensive, to be discussed in future posts) thinking that I would probably get a sausage and some fries from the local area of Chur. Oh how wrong I was. The waitress delivered a plate with 8 slices of cheese on it! For $20! Ugh, I had no time to order anything else, so I ate my cheese (which was good, but hardly filling) and caught the train to St. Moritz (1 hour).

A wonderful welcome to Switzerland

A wonderful welcome to Switzerland

I arrived in St. Moritz at around 9:30pm. I had the foresight to call ahead and let them know I would be arriving late, good thing because the hotel closed at 8pm. They gave me a code to enter the hotel and then my key was waiting for me with a post-it note at reception (cute). It was a very long day, but I decided to walk around a little and see if I could find something to eat (having survived solely on $20 cheese, I was starving). I happened to find a little pub with a couple of people in it. It was warm and most importantly they were still serving food. Since I was a strange site in this city at this time, conversation started to flow ("I'm from Los Angeles. It's my first time to Switzerland. I'm about to start school in Lausanne...") and within a few minutes we were laughing together and having shots of Amaro to welcome me to Switzerland! A wonderful way to end the day and start my Swiss adventure!

 

From Nice to Paris

A blanket of blue unfolds to the horizon. A deep gorgeous opal of ocean draped upon the earth. Hard to describe the beauty of the scene as early morning light makes the molten glass waters sparkle, a gentle Mistral adds soft caps of frosted snow to the undulating sea. Small hamlets tucked into coves, Nice, Antibes, Cannes, and then they become smaller names, known only to those that seek destinations that still allude to that timeless Provencal dream. Pastel colors of pink, chartreuse, and sienna spread like the palate of a Monet and I sigh knowing that my train will not stop to leave me in this vanishing wonderland. I am bound for Paris.

The landscape changes quickly. Green rolling hills. Pastures. Sheep! Sparse forests and vineyards, row upon row, and then they break revealing a small isolated cottage. Who lives out in this pristine countryside? Our train is moving faster now and the landscape scrolls by offering only fleeting glimpses of a simpler gentler life.  Paris is soon approaching.