Category Archives: Switzerland

• Abbey of St Gall

Visit: 10th March 2018


Following on from our morning visit to Bavaria’s Wieskirche the four of us drove across the Austro-German border to Bregenz, an Austrian city on the eastern shore of Lake Constance. Our primary purpose was to have lunch there and thereby save a little compared with eating in our notoriously expensive destination of Switzerland. There wasn’t much to see in Bregenz so we had a decent enough meal and moved on.


20 miles to the west lies the Swiss city of St Gallen, home to the second World Heritage Site of our weekend. This is a place with a long history as a monastic centre of learning, having played host for many centuries to monks who were particularly prodigious manuscript writers.


The monastery buildings are generally quite plain. This is not inappropriate for a monastery, but it stands in contrast to the Manueline majesty of Belém or Tomar in Portugal (you really should go to see the latter one). The highlight of St Gallen is the cathedral, which was rebuilt in the Baroque style in the 18th century.


The interior is wide and open, which pleased Gokul more than the relatively small Rococo church we had encountered in Germany earlier that day. I note that the colour green, which is the predominant theme in the ceiling, is quite unusual in church interiors – though I am not sure what the reason is for having used it here…


We spent a bit of time milling around St Gallen where highlights included:

  • buying the obligatory Swiss chocolates;
  • consuming the worst value-for-money bottle of water I have ever shelled out for (c.£3.50, warm and a taste like Hounslow tap water); and
  • experiencing an innovative but excessively spartan public convenience – in which the toilet itself doubles up as the handwash basin – eugh.

Following which we sped up a valley alongside the Rhine toward what would, for 3 of us (Nowell excepted), be a new country. Liechtenstein is only Europe’s fourth smallest state, but that says more about how small the Vatican City, San Marino and Monaco are than it does about how big Liechtenstein is.


Unfortunately the country does not have a single World Heritage Site, so we had little to do but spend the night in the small selection of local bars. I can’t say we did anything particularly Liechtenstinian, given that we ate pizza, drank beer and played pool.

Liechtenstein is one of only two doubly landlocked countries in the world (the other is Uzbekistan). It is host to no foreign embassies, it uses the Swiss franc and it is a member of the Schengen area – so getting in is easy. The capital, Vaduz, is not its largest city – but since nobody has ever heard of Schaan I decided we would stay in the capital anyway. Below is the view from our balcony, where the mountains in the background are in Switzerland.


When Sunday came it was time for us to head back to Munich to drop off Gokul and KC at their house and Nowell at the station. He was continuing on to India for a business trip, but since his flight was from Frankfurt he needed to take a train there first. That left me to fly back to London on my own, which I think is a first for a lads’ trip like this.

Many try to go the distance, few succeed.


• Old City of Berne

Visit: 21st June 2015


Having comprehensively ticked off the Lavaux Vineyards, Natalie and I were left with a clear day in Switzerland before having to head home at the end of our one-night weekend trip. I had realised only a couple of days before setting off that this gap could afford us an opportunity to visit a second WHS before returning to Geneva Airport. Two options in western Switzerland presented themselves: the watchmaking towns of La Chaux-de-Fonds & Le Locle, or the Old City of Berne – which has more of a clock heritage. I went for the latter, as it was slightly easier to reach and would allow me to brag of having been to one of the more obscure European capitals.


Unfortunately I was knocked off course on a technicality: although we succeeded in making it to Bern, it turns out that Switzerland has no official capital! Its founding fathers – if you can call them that – were so keen to entrench a federalist model that they stated the country would have no capital, in order that the canton in which such a capital were located would not be able to dominate the rest of the country.

In reality, Bern is of course recognised as Switzerland’s de facto capital – but nobody would accuse it of dominating the country. It is a relative backwater compared to the twin titans of Zurich and Geneva to its east and west. But most government institutions are located here in Bern, including the parliament building – pictured, above.


It took us about an hour to reach the city on the train from Lausanne. On arrival at 11am we stopped off for some coffee and chocolate whilst I ascertained which language was spoken here. We hadn’t fared particularly well in French-speaking Lausanne, so it was a relief when I was told that the Bernese speak German (I remember a few words of that language from my GSCEs). After the eye-wateringly expensive and rather hoity toity experience of eating and drinking in the French-speaking part of Switzerland, I was grateful to Bern for introducing me to a genuinely new experience (to channel Blackadder): being pleased to be among a Germanic culture! We ordered a potato rosti with local sausage and enjoyed some local beer.


Bern is on the WHS list for being an example of a classic medieval city which, although restored in the eighteenth century – has retained its original character.

Construction of the 100 metre-tall cathedral began in the 15th century and took over 400 years to complete. You can see its tower in the first photo, behind the flag-festooned street scene. It was intended as a Catholic cathedral, but early in its construction the Reformation took place and – under the stewardship of churchmen close to Zwingli (one of the leading figures of the reformation) – the cathedral became a Protestant one.


The arch over the main portal showcases one of the most complete sculptures of the Late Gothic era, depicting the Last Judgement. These were the only of the cathedral’s sculptures to survive the iconoclasm of the Reformation.

The city is built on a bend in the River Aare – surely the first river you will find in any encyclopedia – which goes on to flow into the Rhine. Like everything in Switzerland, the river looks organised and placid, making for pleasant views of the Old Town’s periphery.


Bern was the home of Albert Einstein for a while, when he worked as a clerk at the Swiss Patent Office. He lived right in the heart of Old Town, in the kind of place I might choose if I were to live in a WHS. His house (now open to the public) is located within view of what seemed on our visit to be a more popular tourist attraction: the Zytglogge. Older than the cathedral, the clock dates back to the 13th century, and has historically served as the time-setter for all other clocks in Switzerland – important because Bern was for a long time a key logistics centre of Europe. Einstein – who would have heard the Zytglogge’s distinctive chimes every hour, once told his wife: “In my Theory of Relativity clocks exist everywhere in space”.


It so happened that on the day of our visit the Tour de Suisse cycling competition was passing through Bern. This meant (smallish) crowds of people, dozens of promotional cars handing out free stuff (we bagged some Gruyère!) and the even the odd cyclist, passing over the cobblestones of this medieval town.


According to legend the city’s name comes from the word ‘bear’ – as in the animal. The city’s founder, back in the 12th century, is supposed to have said that he would name the place after the first animal he came across on a hunt. A more credible theory is that it was named after Verona, which was called Bern in the German language at the time. But nonetheless the city sticks to its affinity for bears, apparently keeping some in a zoo-type attraction and retaining statues – such as this one, below, of a bear in armour.


Bern didn’t take too long to look around because its centre covers quite a small area. We therefore had time to visit the Kunstmuseum, which holds works by a surprising number of well-known artists: from Modigliani and Miró to Rothko and Rodin. It was the first time, I think, that I have seen a Giacometti sculpture – and I was impressed by what I saw.

Having spent six hours in the city it was time to take the two-hour train journey back on Geneva Airport, on the reliable Schweizerische Bundesbahnen. We had managed two WHS in two days without feeling rushed, and seen Switzerland in the summer for the first time.

• Lavaux, Vineyard Terraces

Visit: 20th June 2015


The vineyards of Lavaux occupy a portion of the north coast of Lake Geneva, in western Switzerland. The area was inscribed on the World Heritage Site list in 2007 because it showcases the long-term interaction between people and their environment. Although Switzerland isn’t exactly famous for its wine, the Lavaux region has been producing it for at least a thousand years, and possibly as far back as Roman times. The cultivation of vines on the stepped slopes of the shore of Lake Geneva make for a pretty sight, and one that Natalie and I greatly enjoyed walking through on a fine Saturday in June.

18999168591_286eda677f_zWe had flown in to Geneva early that morning and taken a 40 minute train ride to Lausanne, where we were to stay the night. The Lavaux region covers the rural area between Lausanne and Montreaux – both synonymous with wealth and with jazz (Montreaux hosts a major international jazz festival each year, and Nina Simone was once a resident of Lausanne).

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Whilst it is often quite simple to say when one has ‘visited’ a WHS (eg. the Tower of London or the Old City of Dubrovnik), the rural ones can provide more of a challenge. How much, for instance, of the Wadden Sea do you have to have visited in order to say you have completed the WHS? Fortunately, in this instance, the Swiss Tourist Board has prepared a suggested walking route that happens to start at one end of the inscribed area and end at the other.


The 11km route, which you can see above, took us about four hours and gave us a real feel for the area. The Tourist Board was also helpful enough to suggest caves along the way in which to try the wine produced in the vineyards in which we were walking.


About 80% of the grapes grown in Lavaux are of the Chasselas variety, which is a white grape with a full, dry, fruity character. We stopped off once en route and again at the end of our trail, in Saint-Saphorim, to drink some Chasselas – whilst the proprietor of the latter cave spoke at us in French (undeterred by my protestations of je ne parlais Francais!).

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The locals have a saying that there are three suns warming the vines in Lavaux: the well-known Sun in the sky, its reflection from the lake and the heat that is stored up in the dry stone walls by day and radiated out to the vines at night. It is important to remember that the area’s Outstanding Universal Value (in UNESCO-speak) comes from the fact that it is cultivated and has been for such a long time. You are reminded of this when walking past the roller-coaster-type farming contraptions that are used to transport grapes (and farmers) up and down the hills when picking (I presume).


But all this farming doesn’t put off local wildlife – we saw kestrels, starlings and many a lizard, basking in the Solstice sun.

My only complaint about the area would be that it is impossible to try any of the damn wine until evening time! We must have walked past at least a dozen caves, but it was not until 5pm – at the end of our walk – that we were first able to go inside one and order a drink. Since none of the villages seemed to have any newsagents or similar it meant we were also pretty thirsty for plain old water (in the end we did manage to find a hotel that would sell us a midday drink, but it involved sort-of crashing a wedding reception – so wasn’t ideal).


Nevertheless, it really is a very pretty area, and provides good walking for anyone who likes a light hike. I had only ever visited Switzerland before in the winter, so it was good from my perspective to see it in the summertime, when it has that picture postcard look that is so satisfying to see.


With pretty much a whole day spare on Sunday I decided shortly before we set off for Switzerland that there was time for another WHS, and so it was that were soon found ourselves on the train to Bern – Switzerland’s low-key and often overlooked capital city.