As almost every upcoming morning I had breakfast at 7 am, so that I could start the walk about a half of an hour later.
No need for suntan lotion today, but sunglasses can't harm in that environment.
The scales fell from my eyes - because that wrongly positioned buddha. The gardens are not designed that the owner is feeling well inside, their focus is the appearance to the outside... that the owner is making a good impression to the passerby.
As so many times later just a documentation of clouds and roofs.
And again I have been hit into my pride:
It's something of unbelievable stupid to drive in the car through the forest and throw the garbage out of the window. I as walker carry it for hours until the next bin - in the car that would just take minutes.
Guess that are the same guys who are driving into trees (next time take a rock!)
Hum, roofs, clouds and trees.
And suddenly I saw the mount Albis again - and for the last time of my walk. Somehow that means, I'm leaving the outer circle of my homeland.
Just enjoyable names.
Birdies forest loft.
It's kind of a miracle. The landscape looks flat from above, but from the bottom there are fair hills.
Might be in Bavaria too.
A good farmer is not trashing anything what still could have a use later.
From the other side it was such a nice village.
Beef meat, eggs, and young dogs (for people with special savour?)
Also the ducks are getting trained for single family-houses.
One of my main carbohydrate sources.
The best fountain on the way: fresh water with plum taste.
Economical handling with framing material.
It was motivating to see the lake that I will cross, but there was also a downer, that I have two mountains to climb after.
In a life before he was a petrol station owner.
One bar for the hands, one bar for the ears?
Farmhouses are often also good illustrative material for masonry lovers.
Where I lost about one litre of blood - guess, the mosquitoes are still celebrating that day.
Was also nice to walk.
Everything could be so simple.
When there is written "mountain" so there will be a mountain.
Irresistible to leave it undecorated.
Dolphin? Here? On the roof?
The racoon house.
A masterpiece.
Menziken is one of the few places in Switzerland, where it is still possible to smoke in restaurants. In this working class place I had lunch, the classic Schniposa (Schnitzel, Pommes, Salat/chipping, French fries, salad) - was good, and most remarkable: without any foolish decoration like a leave of parsley.
It's not such a stupid idea to give the children toys what they don't like. Like that they stay longer fresh.
That's probably the reason for the smoking restaurants.
Architects without any sense of shame.
It's a wise idea to set the school on the most beautiful place in town.
(Maybe it's possible to see the school of Schilten from here?)
And suddenly I understood, there is a new movement of folk art. Everyone who has a child announces that fact with at least one panel with a funny painting and its name.
It's first broken when we say it is so.
Folk art is also the name finding.
According the clockface it could be also a kindergarten.
New approach of the church to get back the followers: Jesus has now breasts.
Countryside Pollock
Beside of panels are also tried trees possible.
The return of cool.
Cloud fencing.
Another nice part of the walk.
To be in the forest while the sun shines is almost unsurpassable.
Only open in summertimes.
On the approach to my second station.
Learning from the fittest.
My new room.
What the view out of the window would be.
Actually, I found that place very recommendable for short term holidays with children:
http://www.bauer-fritz.ch/
My decision makers.
Art education is still on a very basic level.
This swing was exactly positioned in direction of Lausanne - with a certain technique I could earn some walking distance.
Never saw so many humble bees.
Also tonight, clouds on the screen.
Preparation of the disco barn for the next day.
Daughter.
Mother.
Papa?
The night show.
again you found a lot of creepy stuff an your way! so fun to read!
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