I feel like a king. Drinking my Lowenbrau beer out of my plastic beaker while sitting on my plastic chair at my plastic table lent by the nice Swiss lady from the caravan next door.
My evening meal is all prepared and I have reached half way in my trip through Switzerland. Just as well as the prices are horrendous. Still, never mind, back to that beer.
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