The drive through the mountains of Switzerland was extremely picturesque and whilst driving through Kloisters we took time out to sample some foaming ale at one of the friendly Gausthofs. It was a bit of a noisy visit because it had been "party on" in T2, but it was a very pleasant stop and it gave the MILFS a chance to shellac Bomber about his missing moustache hair. There was also a conversation about diabetes, bottoms and bananas but it is not printable and has therefore been erased from my memory.
Our next part of the journey took the murtahurms on a 12.5 mile train trip through the mountain, however, not before Jan P had crashed SRS into the toll booth; okay you clipped it slightly with your wing mirror but I do have artistic license when writing this and my story sounded better.
Big Jock did not enjoy the trip through the mountain on an open train, one iota! He was quoted to say "Short trip through the mountain my arse! Half a bastard hour more like", and every minute spent going through his procedure for escaping vehicle fires in tunnels. "That journey was a cross between Harry Potter's hogwarts express and Lord of the Feckin Rings! Fuck my tall pointed wizardy Gandalph hat, that's all I have to say on the subject." Big woos.
Once we popped out the other side of the mountain it was plain sailing to Souz (if your name was Colin Macrae!) The scenery was awesome but the bends were even better. We arrived in the restaurant with 1 minute to spare - well done Benger. Sadly I had to crash out after a glorious meal because I'm getting old, but I await the stories that will no doubt come to my attention in due course.
PS. It never stops raining in Switzerland. More to follow once internet connectivity is regained.......
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