I was up as usual at 7:30. Since I didn’t expect any phone call, I went downstairs to put my laundry in the washing machine. Everything was all set, but the machine would not take any coins. I banged, punched buttons, slammed the door, but no go. So I walked down to hospital reception to have them tell maintenance. The receptionist was Pagani who told me to call maintenance myself. Then she asked if I got my telephone call. She said it was the same voice who called me yesterday. Already?!
Herr S finally came so I could tell him about the washing machine, then I ran to the Personalhaus/staff residence to call Kent back. He was ready to go! I told him I would meet him at the car as soon as I could. Panic! I went to get the clothes out of the washing machine, ran upstairs and quickly threw things into my backpack including the picnic lunch. I almost forgot my camera! I trotted down to Jan & Kirby’s apartment where Kent was waiting in the car. I explained I had brought a lunch, but did not have a drink for him, thinking he might want to bring a beer. He went to see if Jan & Kirby had any juice, but they didn’t. So we stopped at a corner store to get a couple cartons of apple juice.
It was about 9:00 as Kent drove us towards Bern. There was a high cloud cover, but the sun was peeking through. The clouds covered the Alps. Last night I had given Kent a choice of places to eat, and today I gave him a choice of places to go, knowing he would have to do a lot of voting with Jan & Kirby! We left it up in the air. Approaching Bern, we ran into traffic. Oh, no! I was thinking we’d have this all the way to the Alps. But it cleared soon after we left Bern. The sky cleared a bit and we could see the near Alps, and the snow-covered ones just barely.
We decided to go to Niesen and turned off at Spiez.
|Niesen brochure 1 4|
|Niesen brochure 2 3|
|Niesen funicular ticket|
|Alpine panorama from Niesen|
|View SE to the Alps|
|View E on Thunersee/Lake Thun|
|View N down at Wimmis|
The ground was rather barren and many of the plants were brown, burned by the frost Kent said. The trail led us around to the Seeland side, and we lost sight of the Alps.
|Trail along a ridge|
|View back at the peak of Niesen|
|Aster alpinus/Alpine Aster|
|Eiger, Monch and Jungfrau in the background|
|Niesenbahn funicular car|
|View from below the tree line on Niesen|
|View from Niesen|
|Avalanche barriers on the mountainside|
(This is where the journal ends, since a package I mailed from Switzerland was lost, and it contained the notebooks I used during my trip to India, as well as a hand-embroidered pillow that Marsha C had made for me.
Apologies to those who like to know how long it takes to get from one place to another, or the means of getting there, how much things cost, and exactly what I ate!
Based on letters to my grandmother, I do have a few more details.)
We hiked for four hours, then drove back to Biel for dinner. Back at Jan & Kirby’s we played cards. I felt really comfortable. I left and he was to call the next morning.
Sunday, October 9, 1983
This time I was ready for an early call, but nothing. It was just as well since it was raining and I was having my digestive track problems. But I was at the hospital at noon and heard someone did try to call! It was too late as it was time for Kent to go pick up Jan & Kirby. I ended up going to dinner with the three of them, and saw them off on the train as they started a week’s vacation in Italy.
I know that Kirby is trying to set me up with Kent and I told Kirby that hopefully my life is leading me to more exotic places than Providence, RI to spend my life with a divorced man with two kids. But now that I have met Kent in person, I sometimes think it’s too bad my life is going in another direction!
Marsha C has been more and more upset about her living conditions, and we have been suggesting that she move out. Finally she called her parents and got reassurance from them about moving out. She also gave notice at work, so when she goes home at Christmas, it will be for good!
Monday, October 10, 1983
I received a letter from Kent who said he would always remember this weekend, and that it’s harder these days to meet “good people,” and now having met me, he would like to keep in touch! Wow! Maybe Kirby’s dream of our becoming pen pals will come true!
|Monthly Half-price Pass|
Monday, October 17, 1983
On Kent’s suggestion, I was invited to join him and Jan & Kirby for dinner at a Wild Spezialität/venison restaurant. It was Kent’s last evening before going back to the States. He invited me to visit him in Providence, RI. I would like to see him again.