Up at sparrows fart to get a 6.45am flight from Heathrow, I was soon at Geneva Airport, and within half an hour of landing I was on a train to Zermatt. It was early afternoon when I finally arrived at the youth hostel. With an hour and a half to kill before reception opened, it seemed the perfect opportunity to nip into town and do some people watching, accompanied by a couple of beers.
It’s been trying to rain, a pathetic attempt but its overcast. Forecast for the end of next week looks decidedly dodgy too. I only hope I get to see the main attraction which sits outside my dorm window. Seven nights here, it can’t all be bad.