[If you’ve just tuned in to this exciting serial, this is about my time in Switzerland, written age 11 - hence the poor spelling which has vastly improved since then - after never having been there, Switzerland that is]
I’ve had a special request from Warthog for part four in this series. The poor man is on tenterhooks so here it is.
There follows a coach tour itinery which I have cut from a tourist brochure and sticky taped into my diary. This allows me to skip from Day 3 to Day 10
Day 10
That trip was… words canot expess it. I need not write it in a diary as I would not have to look back at a page of words in future years to remember it as it will stay in my memory for ever. It was the most glorious days of my life. After such a tiring week of fun I think I will relax today and write letters to all my relations and friends back home.
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I went and bought some postcards and paper. There is a real pretty one here which I’ll send to my mum and dad. Tomorrow I will hire hire a car and go on a train Zermit which has a strict ban on cars.
Day 11
I’m now in Zermitt. It is only 1300 hours (one pm) so I have decided to catch a chairlift and try my skill at skying. I will hire some skies.
I am staying at a famous hotel called Monte Rosa. Its famos for some historical event of some sort. I suppose because it’s historical it costs 500 francs a night.
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Whew!! I felt like a newborn foal on those skies. This is how I broke two skies + a toe. I did the splits and the skies snapped. In the process my toe toe bent back and cracked. How annoying! After I’d payed the hireman I decided to build a snow man. It was dusk by then so I headed back to Monte Rosa.
[Yes there’s even more to come!]
10 responses so far ↓
1 warthog // Jun 24, 2008 at 1:19 pm
“That trip was… words canot expess it. I need not write it in a diary as I would not have to look back at a page of words in future years to remember it as it will stay in my memory for ever. It was the most glorious days of my life.”
Great. So it’s a fantasy tour but the event was so fantabulistic that you aint going to describe it yer own diary cos you ‘will remember it forever’.
You just had a day off, didn’tcha? Were you distracted by a boy or summat. Or …..and, hey, this is a good one for a Swiss tour…should that be ’summit’? *chortle chortle*
2 warthog // Jun 24, 2008 at 1:23 pm
“I am staying at a famous hotel called Monte Rosa. Its famos for some historical event of some sort. I suppose because it’s historical it costs 500 francs a night.”
D’you know, there’s some brutal utilitarian realism in that statement. I can’t believe you were 3 [or wotever] when you wrote that. You were more like 33 and lecturing at the LSE.
3 squib // Jun 24, 2008 at 7:46 pm
Wart this diary is only the tip of the iceberg. My weirdness really knew no bounds. I was completely free to be me although my mum did once say, if you wear that hairnet to the shops I’m going to disown you
4 Perseus // Jun 24, 2008 at 9:56 pm
I have decided to catch a chairlift and try my skill at skying. I will hire some skies.
Who are you hiring the sky from? Zeus?
Who do you think you are? Icarus Squib?
How many other mythological references can I make? One?
5 MrSquib // Jun 25, 2008 at 9:20 am
“hence the poor spelling which has vastly improved since then” I beg to differ dearest MsSquib.
If anyfing it has retarderd
6 squib // Jun 25, 2008 at 9:59 am
lol Persey, some entrepreneur out there will probably nick the idea and make a fortune from sky hire
MrS once I’ve had my first coffee I’ll think of a good riposte
7 Matilda // Jun 25, 2008 at 3:17 pm
Young Squib’s desire
to see Swiss snow
was so fierce
she’d risk a broken toe
I went skying in the Canadian Rockies a few months ago - flew over them and down them. T’was fun.
8 squib // Jun 25, 2008 at 5:00 pm
oh very good Til!
9 warthog // Jun 25, 2008 at 11:51 pm
Excellent!
Should take her own poetry blog site up to
#11864932 on “Poetryblogsearchesareus.com”
10 squib // Jun 26, 2008 at 9:33 am
lol you sardonic wee warthog you!
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