Two English women scuttle down a rocky path towards a wooden lavatory hut perched on the edge of a cliff. In their wake gallops a large man on a mission to bar access to this essential facility to all but the entitled. The man’s badge indicates that he is the guardian, the keeper of the mountain refuge to which the sought-after hut belongs. In my experience the refuge guardians of the Swiss Alps are either fabulously genial and welcoming hosts – or they are not. Clearly this one belongs to the second category. He doesn’t want us to use the lavatory until we have bought and paid for some food. He tries to bar the way but we take our turn in the hut regardless, figuring that he can hardly hurl us over the cliff. Our host stands outside throughout, shouting that he is running a business here.
Posted on: Fri, 19 Jul 2013 06:51:28 +0000
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