Saturday, September 17, 1983
Woke up with the same terrific headache I went to bed with. Marsha C came to pick me up at 11:40 and drove down to park near the Kongresshaus/convention center. We
walked to Christens Hairdressers on Güterstrasse, to have our hair washed and
cut. Jean-Claude trimmed Marsha’s hair and assistants dried it and curled it.
Jean-Claude returned to brush and style her hair. I had Brigitte who showed me a
picture, but I wanted my hair to be short. So she cut my hair at basically none
length and let it curl back on its own. Despite not wanting a blow-dry, I got
it with a curl brush to train my curls! So it turned out to be a puff with
semi-bangs. Marsha thought it looked wonderful, but wait until my curls rebel!
The cost was 56 CHF/$28. I am normally too cheap to spend that much on my hair!
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New haircut |
Sunday, September 18, 1983
It looked like a great day. I got a lot of chores done, and by 14:30 I was at the hospital to wait for Marsha C. We drove to Tüscherz and parked right at the train station. The mountains had disappeared behind a hill, but as we climbed up through the town, the appeared clear against the blue sky. Wispy clouds floated above. We hiked along the
Rebenweg/Vineyard Path, as were many other people.
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St Petersinsel in the Bielersee/Lake Biel |
The sun was very warm and there were thick clusters of grapes on every vine. Dark purple/bluish ones, green ones, light purple/reddish ones. There were vines on poles and vines on wire lattice-work, and a few arbors.
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White grapes |
And always the Alps beyond the lake with its sailboats.
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The Alps |
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Bird nets |
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Rebenweg/Grape Path/Vineyard Trail |
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Bielersee/Lake Biel |
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Purple grapes |
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Grape clusters |
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Marsha in the vinetard |
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Grape vine |
We passed a small town below us, then the larger town of Twann.
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Twann |
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Looking back at Twann |
We took a little detour in the Twannbachschlucht/gorge costing 50 Rappen/25 cents, where we were suddenly plunged into the dark cool woods to see a stream tumbling over lots of picturesque little falls, and down long wide and smooth sluices (made by nature).
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Twannbachschlucht/gorge ticket |
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Twannbachschlucht |
Near the beginning was a pool in a cave. The gorge had sheer walls, but they weren’t so high and the little valley was green trees and undergrowth, with moss on the rocks in the stream. We saw little numbered posts of a
Waldspfad/forest trail, which we assumed were markers for a nature guide of some sort. We hiked upwards a ways, then it began to level off, so we returned to the Rebenweg. Along the Rebenweg were informational signs explaining the types of grapes, the work needed, the types of harmful diseases and insects, etc. We could see
St Petersinsel/island in the
Bielersee/Lake Biel below us.
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The Alp, St Peterinsel, and Bielersee/Lake Biel |
We headed downhill to the church in Ligerz that had a lovely garden and a terrace with a view.
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Ligerz church |
The church itself was closed for a concert.
We stood at the door to listen a bit. We continued into the town of Ligerz,
passing under the funicular. We went past the
Weinmuseum/Wine Museum and along a really quaint little street to
the train station. It was 17:15 and there was no train until 18:03. We checked
the boat schedule, and no boat until 18:10. We stopped at the Seegarten for
drinks and to split a banana split. We bought our half-price tickets for 70
Rappen/35 cents from a machine and took the 18:03 train to Tüscherz. Marsha
drove to her apartment and we hit a traffic jam in Biel. Ruth and Urs were busy
preparing their income tax, so I sort of helped Marsha prepare dinner of pork chops
with Pepperidge Farm stuffing, and beans and mushrooms in a cream sauce (no
Durkee crispy onions on top!). After dinner, Ruth and Urs ran errands and Marsha
and I watched some TV. We saw a Bolshoi Ballet performance in Wien/Vienna. They
did highlight dances from Swan Lake, Romeo and Juliet, and Spartacus. Ruth
brought us dessert of meringue with
marrone
vermicelli/chestnut “noodles” topped with whipped cream. Marsha drove me
home at 22:00.
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