And this is where I had dinner, pizza for a change, more because it was the cheapest option. I would have liked to eat the local spatzl, but didn't want to pay 25 francs and opted for some local white Merlot instead. Everyone was rich but me. I suppose it was obvious, they stared at me as if I had fallen from space. But then again I'm not surprised, I looked into the mirror today, first time since a while, and saw an eighty-year old sherpa. But a happy one.