They had come from Vienna, which is about a thousand kilometres eastwards from Lausanne, to throw me a surprise-birthday party (and R nine months pregnant, too!), which is just slightly beyond awesome. As retribution I will splash their likeness all over the internet, because that's just the kind of friend I am.
We had a full program over the weekend: The cathedral
which we left only slightly damaged behind
The chateau Chillion (which I have now seen trice - it is pretty, though)
and some bowling; here my friend Chruss demonstrates the perfect form for middle-aged males like us.
Last but not least we had some beer (the general opinion of the local beers was devastating I am afraid. In the end, the tasteless aggression could not stand, and we had to drink them all),
saw the fattest dog of Lausanne
and had a good time here at the shores of Lac Léman. Thanks for coming (Boris' liver: and also for leaving again)!
P.s. (for the shmall one): Twix heisst jetzt Raider!