In the early hours of the morning, the touring whores made themselves sleepy, someone was even still very drunk (for data protection reasons Will I won't mention the name), in the direction of Bernbiet. As is often the case in developing countries, there was a train breakdown. So we changed our plans without further ado and ordered 5 passenger coaches to Interlaken West. So we continued on towards Beatenberg in the 5 monstrous SUVs. Fortunately, Dänu knows the region like the back of his hand and led the convoy more or less directly to the starting point of the hike.
Once there, we were first given brief instructions and told not to get drunk at the start of the hike. All eyes were on Corina... For the 2 colleagues from Valais, the whole thing was translated using Google Translate to be on the safe side. The 25 members continued on foot in the direction of Jusistal. The flat section was a good warm-up before the first ascent. As always, the atmosphere was cheerful and the willingness to run was great. The approximately 1250 meters of altitude had to be fought hard. During the steep passages, shouts of “Fuck Tony” could be heard from time to time, instigated by Sophie. Nevertheless, the participants enjoyed the picturesque landscape and captured it with souvenir photos.
In addition to the standard sunburns, this time there was also a sprained ankle to complain about. However, this didn't change the fact that everyone made it happily to the Niederhorn. A scooter descent from the Niederhorn down into the valley was planned as the final highlight. Unfortunately, this could not take place as the operators had finished work early. So we enjoyed ourselves once again in the restaurant and celebrated what we had achieved today, the club, the mountains, life or whatever else there is to celebrate. The effects of the alcohol slowly became more and more noticeable. Our mouths became looser, our trains of thought more vague and our inhibitions lowered further.
After a while, we took the gondola back down in a good mood. The plan was to cool off in Lake Thun. Peter didn't seem to like this plan and let it rain like a torrential downpour. So we changed our plans without further ado and visited the Gasthaus Kreuz. In the warm parlor, the master chef served delicious schnitzel and chips. This sensational meal marked the end of a sensational day of hiking.
Text: Mike Hafner
