Interpatel ... better known as Interlaken (Camp Interlaken)

K and I had our DDLJ moment today.

(For the uninitiated, Shahrukh Khan met Kajol in the film Dilwale Dulhaniye Le Jayenge in a train in Switzerland just as it was leaving)

We were switching trains at Visp on the way to Interlaken. I stepped across to the Doner Kebab shop while Kainaz waited at the platform. I got a missed call from her and grabbed the Donner Kebab, paid and ran to the train. Jumped in in the nick of time.

Which was a bit symbolicas I had just read in Lonely Planet about how DDLJ led to a rise in Indian tourists in Switzerland. And then we had our DDLJ moment.

And our next town of Interlaken is full of Indian tourists AND shop keepers. Hardly seems like a foreign country. Interlaken isquite dull and doesn't have the buzz of a Geneva or even of the smaller, but more lively and beautiful, Zermatt.

Our hotel, City Oberlands, is not a patch on our earlier hotels. Though I managed to get us moved to a better room (stained pot, cobwebs in the verandah, but a better view and nice bright lights and paintings on the wall) after convincing the frowning desk manager whom K call Jungfrown after the Jungfrau mountains here.

No more free biz centre internet so am at an Internet Cafe now.

We have three more days here and I hope things begin to pick up.

Wish us luck!