View in the apartment: Packing
So, one last full day in Interlaken before the journey home. We went to the outdoor pool again which fortunately wasn’t as cold as last time. Curiously we encounter what appears to be a school trip from somewhere in central Scotland while there, although there’s a mixture of north-eastern accents which temporarily throw us of the scent. Proving that, as both Confucius and Buckaroo Banzai both famously said, no matter where you go, there you are.
Following that we paid Julie’s gran a goodbye visit and helped her mother across from the apartment with her luggage as she’ll be staying on for a further six weeks. It had been threatening thunder and lightning and as we crossed the steel bridge in the rain, I attempted to use the flash on my iPhone behind her head to convince her there was lightning just out with her cone of vision.
Afterwards we took a last wander round the shops coming across a nice ice-cream place. Enjoyed a mintychoccychippy cone while sat on the benches along Hohe-Promenade and watching the paragliders come in for landing on the grass of the park.