John Rickards and/or Sean Cregan are... the Nameless Horror

Surfacing briefly to report that Switzerland and Liechtenstein are both, each in different ways, very nice. Friendly people, pretty lumps of rock, and food that confirms my impression that the kings of Euro cuisine are either the German-speaking parts or Italy, with France a distant and pretty dismal third – and maybe worse. Place was like a bloody oven while we were there, and Aidan refused to do much in the way of sleeping, so it was also knackering.

Contrary to Herr Wignall’s opinion at Harrogate, though, found Chur to be an ugly mass of traffic wrapped in industrial estates surrounding a small, unwelcoming old town, especially unpleasant in temperatures high enough to melt lead. That trip also consigned us to a strange night in a stranger hotel by the Wallansee and me to two hours wandering around a non-town in the dark with a grumpy little man attached to my back.

Ne’er mind. All good fun!

Oh, and got back to find Maxim has proven himself to be a man of impeccable taste by wanting my EXPLETIVE DELETED story for the next BEST BRITISH MYSTERIES. Score!

Now back to work.

  1. Best Chinese food I ever had was up a mountain in Switzerland. And on the way back to the station, the guy that owned the place gave us a lift. Normally we would’ve been suspicious, but he was much smaller than either of us, and therefore easily overpowered if need be.

  2. Chur? You should have gone to Bruges. It’s a fairytale town, isn’t it?

    • by Graham
    • at 16:26 on 07.08.08
  3. eek. I have to admit, I only ever saw the old town of Chur, but found it very welcoming and had an absolute riot. Now I feel awful that you took my advice and had a lousy time.

    Bruges is indeed lovely, but it’s rather sedate, and several countries distant from Switzerland.

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