Ever had a dream that you've been left stranded having got off a bus in the middle of nowhere without a penny in your pocket, you're thousands of miles from home, and you don't know what to do next?
Well, after 5 minutes in Wengen in Switzerland, it's pretty much the same experience - it's so pricey that you've gone through the remainder of your mortgage, your kid's inheritance and anything you've been able to steal from the local beggars. Except there are no local beggars - there's no spare cash to be found anywhere. They're all down the hill in Zurich - the ones who haven't been euthanised yet.
This is daylight robbery at altitude.
Anyway, on the plus side, everything is so expensive it should make it easier to diet.
National stereotyping. So easy to do. So satisfying.
And in an alpine ski town, it's like playing lazy nationality abuse bingo. Tick, there's another bloody tall Dutch family, and now some bloody rude Germans, don't get me started on the bloody xenophobic Swiss, oh and what about that bloody arrogant French couple next to those bloody drunken Brits?
Except we've mostly no idea what nationality anyone really is - we're just guessing from what they look like.
By the way, the hideous expense doesn't make it easier to diet. Not by a long shot.
Still very happy they are Russian 😁