The Bernina Express


The “start” of my journey (I’d already spent two and a half hours travelling from Milan) at Tirano:


When I booked this train to Chur, I knew I had no guarantee of fine weather, but, at worst, I was expecting something damp and drizzly rather than this white-out. But it’s great nonetheless. Mr Sleary rules. I shall probably never see so much snow again, nor in such comfort.

The line wriggles and corkscrews up over the Alps (some short tunnels and the long Albulatunnel), climbing from 429m above sea level to 2,253m then down again.


From my carriage at the other end. The train has just climbed up from the line below.

There are paw/hoof-prints in the fresh snow, going up impossible angles and disappearing at gaps.

It really is white outside.


At the summit

And I’ve still got to get to Zürich. However, what better way to spend such a foul, sleety, slippery day when I’m suffering from an incipient sore throat?


Landwasser viaduct


About aides mémoires

This is a chronological list of things I have seen, places I have visited, and thoughts that have wandered through the space between my ears. A reading group of one; an art appreciation society limited by my preferences and prejudices; opera criticism by one who knows nothing about the subject.
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