The next few days, we decided to take things a little slower. It wasn’t entirely straight forward to extract my parents from their beds on Sunday morning, and it must have been 11am before we left the apartment. We headed in the direction of the Pfingsteggbahn, a small cable car which we could actually see from our kitchen window. This departed from a station just down the road, and ascended a short distance to a little ledge on the opposite side of the valley. It was rather an old-fashioned sort of cable car (Swiss old-fashioned = small) and the way we were all crammed in like sardines meant there wasn’t really much of a view. (more…)