We all walked back to the bus, got in and followed Christophe to Rivaz, a small town further down lake Geneva, towards Vevey. We drove along the lake and everything is just stunning- cliffs, vineyards, trains, mountains- I have often thought the whole country of Switzerland looks like a big model train set. We turned off the road, and started climbing higher and higher into the hills. The roads kept getting narrower and steeper, to the point of ridiculousness. This would be the first of several occasions where the bus was being pushed to the absolute limit, and Florence S. had to drive it in first gear. When we got to the top, the bus was starting to smell really bad, and Christophe was laughing his head off.
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