On Holiday: Switzerland and France

Andrea and I flew to Basel, Switzerland early on August 9th. After getting off the plane, we collected our big packs, then sat down next to baggage collection, looked at each other and said, "OK, now what?" We got out our guide book and our train map. The train system is absolutely amazing in Switzerland- they go everywhere! We had purchased 4 days of unlimited train travel, so we could literally pick any city in the country and be off. Since we were eager to get into the mountains, we decided to head directly for the Bernese Oberland, to the city of Interlaken. There was a 'scenic' train which travels to Interlaken through Luzerne, so we decided to shoot for that.
Since we were unaware of exactly how the train system worked, and both my German and French vocabularies consisted of about 15 words, I was a bit unsure how things would transpire. We approached the ticket counter and I tentatively asked the agent (in German) if she spoke English. She replied (in English), "yes, a little bit." We came to discover that this translates to, "yes, I actually speak English better than you do, you silly Americans." Within 2 minutes we were handed a timetable for our journey to Interlaken. It involved 5 transfers, and about 3.5 hours in total.
We quickly managed to figure out the train system and the essential German words for arrival, departure, platform, etc. We traveled to Interlaken with a short stop in Lucerne, which was a very pretty city on Lake Lucerne.

Lake Lucerne

Once in Interlaken, we explored the city a bit to get our bearings, then headed for a campground. Our campground provided a spectacular view of the Jungfrau mountain, at 4158m.

The Jungfrau
The following day we took a train into Grindelwald, a small winter tourist village which sits below the famous north face of the Eiger. Andrea and I later decided that Grindelwald was our favorite town we had visited, due to its location beneath the mountains and its traditional Swiss feeling.

One the train (above) and Grindelwald (below)

We camped three nights here beneath the north face, and the views surrounding us were absolutely astounding.

The Eiger

On our first day, we ventured up to the base of one of the big glaciers nearby. Luckily, the Swiss had put in an insane number of steps and a large suspension bridge to aid our hike!

The glacier we hiked to

The next couple days we hiked, climbed, and did a via ferrata (mountaineering with fixed protection and ladders) on Mt. Rotstock, directly west of the Eiger. The approach to Mt. Rotstock required following the famous Eiger Trail.

The north face of the Eiger

The Eiger Trail (above), and the route on the Eiger North Face (below)Along the Eiger Trail...

While climbing Rotstock, we encountered a pretty complete whiteout. Weary of the oncoming weather, we continued to the summit. Within five minutes of reaching the summit cross, the clouds broke and the sun shone through to reveal the summit of the Eiger. It was one of the coolest things I've ever seen.
However, our awe of this amazing mountain was dulled a bit; during our ascent we had watched a rescue chopper make repeated attempts (finally successful) to rescue a climbing team from the north face. Our descent met up with the usual descent of the Eiger, and we hiked past what was likely the camp of the rescued climbers. We never heard of their fate. At 3970m, the North Face of the Eiger is considered to be one of the most formidable mountaineering challenges; over 64 climbers have lost their lives attempting this famous wall.

Look closely above to see the ladders!

Ready to head up the via ferrata!

Looking down (above), and the rescue chopper flying towards the North Face (below).

Cairns (piles of rock) marked the climb (above), and a door to an old tunnel through the mountain (below).

The summit! Andrea writes in the summit logbook.

The Eiger behind us.

Exploring the summit.

Glimpses of the Eiger from the summit of Rotstock

Moo!

These are the traditional Swiss drinking fountains. This one, however, had a sign that said that it WASN'T drinking water. It was in German. We drank from it. Oops. We lived.

And a solar powered cheese refrigerator on our hike out! Honour system.

The following day, we hiked through another whiteout, but this time with rain. It was very eerie to hear the bells of hundreds of cows around us, but not be able to see them. Although we had plans to attempt another summit this day, we were worried about slippery rock, and by the time we reached the base of the climb, we were as close to hypothermia as we wanted to be. Luckily, there was a lift station open, which had electric hand dryers in the bathroom. We stripped and spent a long time drying our clothes and warming up. After a cup of hot cider, the clouds had cleared a bit, and we set off for the hike back down.

Holy wet and cold!

Yes, we could have taken that gondola.

Our next stop was Chamonix, France, which sits at the base of Mount Blanc and has been referred to as the 'death-sport capital of the world.' The air of the downtown was buzzing- everyone with stories from their latest summit, ski, paraglide, etc, and almost every store devoted to meeting the needs of such athletes. At any one time, you could count at least 20 paragliders in the air.

Statue of famous mountaineers pointing towards Mt. Blanc.

We took a long hike up to the Mer de Glace, a glacier located on the northern slopes of the Mt. Blanc massif. We then climbed a series of about 100m of vertical ladders to reach the bottom of this glacier, which extends 7 km and is 200m deep. One day, under the right circumstances, we would like to return to summit Mt. Blanc. While Mt. Blanc is not considerd too difficult of a summit, it is the the world's deadliest mountain. During peak season, the local rescue service flies an average of 12 missions to rescue climbers, many of whom merely lack respect for the mountain and the sport.

The Mer de Glace! Huge glacier!

Mt. Blanc

Next we were off to Zermatt, Switzerland to see the Matterhorn, one of the tallest mountains in the Alps. Upon arriving in Zermatt, we had already spent many days and nights in the rain, and we weren't eager to set up the tent in a puddle. So, we opted for a hostel and a hot shower, which felt luxurious. We hiked around Zermatt, attempted another via ferrata, and approached the base of the Matterhorn, where we finally managed to catch a clear glimpse of the peak.

Very excited by the hostel (above) and the tip of the Matterhorn (below).

A cloudy Matterhorn, but a pretty hike.

Finally, we headed back to Basel, where we spent a day with Petz, a friend who used to work in my lab. He made a wonderful tour guide, and we spent the evening drinking beers along the Rhine River.

Petz, Andrea, and I, sitting on the Rhine in Basel.

We then flew back to London, transferred to a different airport, spent a few hours sleeping in the airport, and were off early the next morning for Dublin!

On Holiday: Oxford and London

Alright, time to catch up on the blog! Life has been incredibly busy lately, but I wanted to share some adventures and pictures from this summer- there's a lot of catching up to do!

Andrea (my former roommate and best friend from college) came over to Oxford to visit on August 4th. We hung around Oxford for a few days seeing the colleges, exploring the University, and planning our visits to Switzerland and Ireland. We managed to get everything packed and organized by 3:30am the morning before we left for London... that left a full four hours to sleep before catching the bus! We set off for a two week trip with our camping and climbing gear and two changes of clothes. A park in Oxford

Andrea and I in Magdalen College

We spent the 8th walking about 20 miles around London. We covered Hyde Park, Westminster Abbey, Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament, the London Eye, London Tower and London Bridge and quite a bit more in between! London Castle

London Bridge, letting a boat through.

Houses of Parliament and the River Thames

Big Ben

The side of Westminster Abbey

Buckingham Palace (above), and Andrea and I in front of the gates (below)

We even stopped for the obligatory fish and chips. Andrea had never taken a 'metro' of sorts, so at the end of the day we happily decided that she needed to experience London's underground tube. We stayed in a hostel in central London (Andrea's first hostel experience), which remained noisy until 2 or 3am. After another night of little sleep, we set off for Basel, Switzerland!

Hyde Park

Snowdonia

I traveled to Snowdonia National Park a couple weekends ago with a couple guys from my lab and their wives. The park sits on the west coast of Wales, and contains Snowdon, the highest mountain in Wales (3560feet). It is a gorgeous area, and very unlike other areas I've seen in England. If you removed the pine trees (and I believe the beetles are doing that for us), it looks vaguely like the Black Hills.
Hiking Snowdon is a popular activity, and there are many routes to the top. There's even a train going to the summit! We chose one of the harder, less-populated, but non-technical routes. We hiked along a knife-edge ridgeline, the beginning of which you can see in the center of the pictures below.The area had numerous lakes, and we lucked out with a gorgeous day (well, possibly minus the 60mph wind on the knife-edge that caused my compatriots to stay low to the ground...)

The scramble up to the ridgeline,And the line we walked for a couple hours. It wasn't difficult, but with the wind and the drop offs on both sides, it required a bit of caution. The summit of Snowdon in the background below,


And the view from the top. Such an enjoyable day!We stayed in a hut owned by the Oxford Mountaineering Club that night, which was basic, but charming. The next day, on the drive home, we stopped at the oldest Slate mine in Wales. We toured the mine via the old miner's tramway, built in 1846, and learned about the world of the Welsh slate miners during the reign of Queen Victoria. It sounds like a very random detour, which it was, but it was rather cool. The tour was done in English, though the Welsh accent was pretty difficult to decipher!

Balliol Garden Party

Balliol had it's last party of the academic year a couple weekends ago: our annual Garden Party. This year's theme was 'Arabian Nights,' and we lucked out with amazing weather. Finally, after all those winter nights of being jealous of the guys' jackets while I shivered in formal dresses, the summer evening suited the girls just fine!This party had been in the works for the last 3 months, and those who planned it did a marvelous job. It was complete with a champagne reception, an outdoor dinner, and a few speeches. Then the floor was cleared for dancing, and a couple bands played while we drank 'Arabian' cocktails and watched some belly dancing. After the bands were exhausted, a DJ took over and the dancing continued until around 2am.The graduate community, referred to as the MCR, is governed by students. I have been utterly impressed at what a great community the students serving on the MCR committee have created at Balliol. Thus, I decided to join this committee for the upcoming year. I designed a platform and ran for Secretary, which I won. At midnight on the night of the garden party, we had the official ceremony, which handed over responsibilities to the new committee members. Below is Michael, the former Secretary, placing an imaginary crown on my head.Now an official committee member, I got the opportunity to join in the clean up process of the garden party, which started around 2 and lasted until 6am! Afterward, I managed to catch a quick nap, then awoke to a lovely brunch in the garden :)