[And we continue the travel diary I kept in the summer of 1999 as I traveled through Europe. Let’s find out if I finally escaped from France. — Present-day Carrie]
Wow, this is a nifty hotel! And a nifty little town!* How come we’re only staying here for one day?!
But I must finish yesterday’s story.
We pulled into that no food place at a little after 2:30. We didn’t leave until 6:00 p.m. By a simple thing as blowing out a tire, we lost 6 hours, what a mess. See, when we pulled into that new place, they retreaded the spare tire & eventually got it on. Then the bus wouldn’t start!
It needed a new starter engine or something so we had to wait on that.
Somewhere along the line my nose started bothering me so Steven gave me some Benadryl, & wham I was out for the count. Felt good to sleep though.
Finally the bus started** (I remember everyone cheering in my zombie state) & went on to Switzerland. Got to the hotel around 11 or 11:30ish, & we were supposed to be there at 6:30. Really nice hotel. Big rooms, spiffy-looking, cute, comfortable beds. But I’m gonna go search out breakfast now, & then we’re going on a 2 hour walking tour.
**I truly don’t recall since I was drugged up, but I think one of the chaperones from one of the other groups (The Gangstas?) actually fixed the bus. Ken, help me out here.