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Das Aus!

Day 59-60 A picnic in the Alps - that's cool!!!
I have arrived for 30 hours in Switzerland with an Aussie friend who has recently relocated from Aus to Zug. It was an amazing stay, here are some of the fun things we did...




The Aus Zug poster above means From Zug which I thought was apt.
Zug is a small town in the heart of Switzerland easily reached by a direct train (45 mins) which is found one escalator down in the Arrivals Hall - how good is that? It is picturesque Hans Christian Anderson type town with the old medieval buildings and cobbled streets looking like they came straight out of a fairy tale...




It is easy to see why this would be a popular place for a few years or more. Switzerland has been described as the 'Less tax, More fun'... posting for expats, and it certainly looks a wonderful life. Zug offers one of the worlds lowest tax regimes and is the reason why nearly 30,000 companies are registered here...
It's a safe, everything works, affluent but almost understated sort of a place... The kind of place from the moment you arrive, you think 'Life's Good'... Just look at the inviting first view of the snow capped Alps from the plane...




A stroll through the lanes of the old town of Zug leads past the picturesque houses and restaurants with their magnificent view of Lake Zug. On a clear non-misty day there is a great view of the mountains behind, not a lot to see today, but it was still very pretty...




Every where we turned, there were interesting buildings or statutes with great stories, such as the Greth Schell Brunnen - this fountain statue shows a figure of Greth Schell, bent over, carrying her drunken husband home in a basket....




I mentioned before that everything seems to work well in Switzerland this occurs with some planning and rules, as the below photos show. Even the dog poo bags are posh here...Woe betide anyone who keeps a dog without the necessary proof that their pooch has attended and passed all the necessary doggy behavioral lessons...
The other photo below shows the much sort out refuse bags which are kept under lock and key in the Supermarket. A roll of garbage bags costs around $40 Swiss Francs (approx $40 USD). This simple measure is effective in minimizing waste.




We take a drive out into the countryside. As we wind our way up the mountainside into and then above the clouds, we can see endless expanse of alpine ranges. We stop at the top of the Raten ranges and I feel like I'm in a Christmas card....




One word - Wow!...

Or maybe a song....

I love to go a wan-de-ring
Along the mountain tr-a-a-ck
and as I go I love to sing
My knapsack on my back
Val-deri, Val-dera, Val-deri, Val-dera - ha ha ha ha ....





It was an brilliant idea for a walk in the Alps and an absolutely perfect place for a picnic....We climbed up past the remains of earlier snow to a viewing point down to Zurich. A real 'The hills are alive with the sound of music' moment...




We take the long way back to Zug and by the end of the day, we covered some ground and seen four Lakes; Lucerne, Zug, Zurich, and Lake Aegeri.
I couldn't have imagined a better day in Switzerland - thank you so much!
Little Wandering Wren

Location:Zug, Switzerland, Europe

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