A good sleep but still tired after that Magic Bus trip. A monotonous continental breakfast. Got a lift with an Italian in a Fiat saying he was going all the way to Austria but he changed his mind 40 kms before the border. Next ride being rescued out of the rain was with some Germans in a VW van. After a 4 hour wait a ride with a Swiss who said he was going into Switzerland but as we approached the Swiss border he let me out somewhat freaked out. I am beginning to think I may be a liability to transport over the border. Drugs? I ended up in Alstätten Switzerland where I met a sculptor and his wife. Stayed at his farmhouse which was beautiful and up in the hills. His kittens were frolicking about. Dinner was ham and eggs with fresh bread.
“Travels to a Different Time” : 11August1975: Alstätten, Switzerland: Staying in the Hills with A Young Swiss Farmer
