We left Mt Pilatus this rainy, dreary morning by going down the mountain on a cogwheel train. It was so steep I don't know how we didn't all fall to our deaths. Once to the bottom, we got back on a boat to head back to Lucerne. We traded out clothes from our stored bags, then hit the town for a bit of sight-seeing. Some of us chose to walk to one of the most moving statues in the world (my mother, among others, has been known to cry from its raw emotion), while others took in some shopping in the altstadt (that means "old town" for you non-German speakers). We all eventually met up, then headed back to the dock to jump on another boat to take us around to the town of Vitznau, where we started another journey up another mountain--this time to the top of Mt. Rigi. Unfortunately, this is where the story gets annoying. You see, so far, our group of 14 (!!!!!) had done a pretty good job of taking over whatever establishment we had been staying in (which should come as no shock to those of you who know this group). Well, we were in for a not-so-pleasant surprise. Because, no matter how, shall we say, persistent, our group can be, we are no match for a group of Japanese on an organized tour. First, we were crammed into a small train car to take us up the mountain, which would have had enough seats for us all if some of them had just made room, then we were literally pushed aside as the entire group of them ran up to the hotel to check in. It was ridiculous. Luckily, they didn't seem to want to explore around outside, so once we got checked in and settled we pretty much had all of the hiking paths to ourselves. Later that evening we had a lovely dinner where we celebrated David's birthday. And after this really busy day, we headed to bed.
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