ONE MONTH IN SWITZERLAND!
It’s been a whole month now since we arrived in Switzerland. I do feel like we’ve learned and grown a lot since arriving. As in any new place, if you give your chance to take things in slowly, you will inevitably learn the steps. If you let it, the initial few days and weeks have the potential to be intimidating. However, if you accept life as it is and let yourself work with it, then you find things start to work with you, rather than against you.
As I said in 7 Days Later: Edition 74, having a base has been a marvelous play. August is a stormy time in Switzerland, so a few of our days have been spent inside writing and editing. To break it up on these we made several visits to our beloved forest gym. This week, we completed 3 hikes, I increased my running and we added structure to our training at the forest gym.
A fun little addition to this week was our paragliding experience with Sky Wings Paragliding in Interlaken. We booked this experience online through Klook travel, which was very easy. We watched the weather carefully before booking our paragliding to ensure we had the best possible conditions for the flight. To our fortune, the weather we had on the day was spectacular. The view over Interlaken was unbelievable, especially the rivers that went through the city like veins.
Thanks to one of Jackson’s followers, we had a gym program made and sent to us this week for our outdoor gym sessions. We said that it could include no equipment other than a pullup bar and must be able to be completed as a traveler on the road. Our gym sessions are often very makeshift with little logic, so it has been fun this week to follow a gym program. It was more specified and a lot more challenging than the routine we have become accustomed to. As we leave Fribourg next week, I’ll miss training in the forest.
We are now doing at minimum, 150 pullups and 250 pushups a session, this included 300-400 core reps and often 5 minutes of planking or bar hangs for grip strength.
Keep raising the bar, till the bar is so high others can no longer see it. An adaption of a quote from a snippet of conversation with Jackson.
HIKING EIGER TRAIL
This was a very cruisy way to spend our Friday afternoon. I won’t write too much here as this is a long story to follow so here are some of my favorite photos from the hike. If you want to read more, Jackson has a blog article on the Eiger Trail Hike and information about the hike here.
I thought I’d share a story with you from one of the hikes we decided to do during the middle of the week.
I love this photo so much.
RAILWAY RUNNING AT ROCHERS-DE-NAYE
After two days inside recovering and staying warm as the thunderstorms passed, we decided we needed to get back out on the mountains. That morning, precisely at 7:30 am we were woken by an extraordinary clap of thunder. As the forecast had suggested, we were ready for another wet and rainy day. After completing a gym session mid-morning, there looked to be promising clouds in the sky for afternoon sunshine. Without driving too far “Rochers-de-Naye” appeared to be a viable option to hike.
In typical Jackson and Josh fashion, we caught the last cable car up to the top of the mountain. This week we took cable cars to the top of the summits and hiked down. As Jackson is still reasonably fresh off hip surgery, it protects his hip a little more. Running down the mountain is also good practice for sky running, that’s what I’m telling myself anyway.
Upon reaching the top of the mountain, we were greeted by strong and very cold winds plus a lot of cloud cover. As we call it, we were ‘socked in’. We stayed up on the summit for an hour or so, taking in the panoramic views in the brief moments when the clouds gave us glimpses of the scenery below. On a sunny day, it would be rather special from the top of Rochers-de-Naye. As you can see in these photos, it’s remarkable even with heavy cloud cover.
Before long, the clouds became so thick that it was no longer possible to see any more. At this stage of the evening (the night was still young, only 7 pm) we decided to begin our hike down. Trying to find signs wherever possible, we slowly began the decline back towards Montreaux. I genuinely had no idea where we were going. We weren’t able to see where we first started. As long as we were going down, I figured that was good progress.
The clouds opened up and we were now engulfed by the heavy rain from above. We laughed to ourselves as we hiked down. “What a place to be at 8 pm on a Wednesday night,” I said to Jackson as we still had 1700m of elevation to down-climb. Following the red and white stripe markers, we gradually made our way to a train station. We knew there weren’t any more trains coming for the night so to use the train line as a major point of reference. We knew that if we followed the train line to the bottom, we would eventually find ourselves where we began.
Along the railway we went, doing our best to not injure an ankle. It was a steep-decline, the rain was torrential and the sky was getting dark. To add to the situation, we entered our first tunnel of the night. The tunnel was wide and had enough space on either side, just in case a train was to come. We were told on the way to Rochers-De-Naye, that we were on the final train up and there would no longer be any trains coming up for the night. Alas, we would have to walk down which is what we were doing. Eerily, the tunnel became thinner and darker. Our footsteps fastened and we made our way out the other side promptly.
Tap, crunch, tap, clatter.. the sound of our footsteps as we ran down the railway. Moving through the kilometres, we found ourselves at the main village train station. Nestled under shelter were a family of four. Jackson and I ducked in to seek refuge briefly next to the family. In a quick chat, they mentioned that they were waiting for the train to come in 30 minutes.
I didn’t believe them. We were told on the way up that no more trains were coming on the railway. To the disbelief of the family, Jackson and I stepped back out into the pouring rain and decided to journey on down the railway line. Partly because we were saturated and didn’t want to cool down, and partly because we didn’t believe there was another train coming.
After about 15-20 minutes of running along the railway, we came across another tunnel. This was different from the first tunnel. It was narrow from the very beginning and within 5 metres of entering the tunnel, it was entirely black. There was no way to know whether the tunnel was 50 metres long or 300 metres long. Going up on the train, I couldn’t remember how long each of the tunnels was. We paused for a moment of indecision unsure whether to continue into the tunnel or to find an alternate route.
Conflicting thoughts were running rampant in our minds. Exploring every possible alternative, we looked on either side of the tunnel and above. There was nowhere else to go. I guess that’s the point of the tunnel.
If we didn’t run into the family at the station, I’m sure we would have continued right through the tunnel. However, we were now second-guessing what to do. The family at the station appeared to be adamant that there was a training coming in 30 minutes. That was 20 minutes prior, which meant the train had to be on its way very soon. Just like in the movies, we put our fingers to the railway line to see if we could feel any vibrations. Negative, we couldn’t feel anything.
So I ask you, what would you do in this situation.
It’s 10 pm, and you’re stuck in the pouring rain. The only way to get back to home, unless you hike several kilometres back up the railway is to go through the tunnel. Do you go through the tunnel? What would you do if you were in our situation?
We decided that we didn’t want to hike back up in the pouring rain and we both had a gut instinct that a train was coming. We planned to wait for this elusive train to make it’s way up to the next train station. If these people were telling the truth, then the train could only be a matter of minutes away. If it meant we had to wait three hours on the side of the railway to either wait for the train to pass or to confirm that the trains were done for the night, that’s what we were going to do. Moving off the track, we heard something that sounded like a motorbike on the roads above. The noise we could hear was travelling quickly with the sounds of the engine reverberating from a place we couldn’t pinpoint. Thirty seconds later bright lights shone from the tunnel and sure enough, a train appeared. Jackson and I looked at each other from the bushes, wide-eyed in a state of disbelief. We both knew that we just made a life-saving decision.
It wasn’t over yet. Now that the train had gone up the railway, we still weren’t 100% sure of what we were going to do. Do we quickly run through or is there a chance that another train might come through again?
My second question to you: What would you do now? Go through the tunnel or continue to wait?
Our next plan of attack was to wait for this train to go and collect the people from the village and be ready for it to return. Upon the train returning, we planned to swiftly follow behind to ensure that a train couldn’t be come the other way and squish us.
We heard the train coming and lept in the bushes. As the train passed with lights that lit up the track like the sun, we didn’t want to be seen. Figuring that if the driver saw us, they would probably call the police. Once the train was 15 seconds into the tunnel, down the hill we ran and into the tunnel. It was a pleasant break we had on the side of the railway, I didn’t miss running on the stones one bit.
We proceeded to run down the railway for another 4km before hitting the roads above Montreaux. We knew were safe and that we would eventually make it back to the car.
What started as an uneventful hiked soon turned into one that we will remember for a long time. Maybe not for the views, but definitely for the decisions we made, the weather we endured and the tedious railway rock running.
Key lessons to take away from this:
- Trust your gut instinct.
- Make calculated decisions.
- Be mindful of hiking in storms or late in the afternoon. A swiss word of advice was to always hike mountains in the morning. (It’s just a shame Jackson and I like sunsets so much.)
- If it rains, embrace it. Running in the rain is great fun.
- Trail shoes are a great investment.
If you made it this far, thanks for taking the time to read about what goes on in my life.
I hope you have some wild adventures of your own this week and don’t have to run down any train tunnels in the dark. I recommend getting up early for sunrise instead.