The beauty of the Bernese Oberland is undeniable, wide open skies, meadows filled with flowers, the sounds of cow bells and buzzing insects, and other than that silence. The pass road is closed to private motorized traffic, so if you want to get up to the top of the pass you need to cycle, get the bus or of course walk. Peace, pure and simple, and though it’s only a short drive from where we are based it feels so far away that it’s almost as if you traveled back in time to a different, more ancient world. A place where life still follows a rhythm in tune with the seasons. Where it is suddenly possible to remember that life can be more, and indeed in this place it feels as though it is meant to be more, than a one-dimensional daily struggle as a warrior-inhabitant of the noisy, concrete jungle, living as an extension of cellphones, and laptops. Surrounded by the mountains, breathing in the fresh, cool mountain air and munching a piece of salami, with baked bread from a local farm and tangy mountain cheeses, all washed down with a cold beer, you experience the truth of the saying: the best things in life are free.
The meadows are full of flowers:
Picturesque buildings complete with cedar shingles on the roof are occupied for the summer grazing season, and in the absence of electricity the drinking troughs serve as a fridge: And piglets nap in the afternoon sun, in pens with a view:
This is a place where your soul can rest and where a weekend away from it all has a more rejuvenating effect than a week in many other places.