So what is there to do once you're finished at Rome? Well, we got on a train at about 8pm and got ready to travel.

This post is gonna be real short though, because there's not a whole lot to say about sleeping on a train. Except this: don't sleep on the top bunk. Seriously, every time the train stops you get shot towards a 6 foot drop. It's like being at Dreamworld except at any time you could wake up in time to watch yourself suffer irreversible spine damage.

So we then arrived in Lussaun. This is an idyllic little town in Switzerland with nothing to do. We basically walked around the town for 2 hours or so, and then got back on the train. I mean, the town looks awesome. It's pretty as all hell. But there's nothing to do except take pictures of the two bridges they have, watch the swans in the crystal clear river and scratch your balls. Once I'd done each of them we hopped on the train to Zurich.

We then booked into our hotel (not a hostel for a change) and found that everything was retarded expensive. Steak costs about AU$50. A Big Mac meal costs about AU$12 (we went to Maccas because they're the only place that doesn't charge you >$2 just to pee). After a quick trip to the supermarket we sat on the balcony with a magnificent view and I ate bread with ham and Swiss cheese. Then I went for a walk along the river while Sarah wrote her blog. This is where I discovered something magnificent; Swiss girls are the hottest on the planet. It's like someone got an Alexis Bledel and Felecia Day cloning machine to work over here. It's just a shame that they all speak some weird meld of German and French because guaranteed lines like "Hi there, I'm new around here. Could you please give me directions to your place?" just don't work when they can't understand you.

And that brings us up to date. I'm off to start drinking some vodka and getting ready for tomorrow's adventures in the land of chocolate!

Fun Fact: There is nothing quite as difficult as peeing on a moving train. Imagine you're blind drunk. Then imagine you're standing in a paint shaker. And a midget with a warped sense of humour keeps moving the bowl. Then imagine that you've got to use one hand to keep yourself even remotely steady and you've got the basic idea of what it's like.