Fun with place names.

You can't beat foreign words translating into potty humour and such. We took the train to Berne today to renew son 1's passport. The whole experience was 'nice'. It really was. Walter had time to run down to the boulangerie to pick up elevenses. The boys were good in the train. There was very little queing to be done at the embassy. Every person working there couldn't have been nicer, and it even felt like we were in the good ole US a bit (the sign on the WC was 'restroom'...aaaw). We were done very quickly and home in time for lunch. We met one woman who had been denied boarding on a plane to S. Africa because they said she had no more room on her passport. Those 2 pages at the back saying 'endorsements' or something aren't supposed to be stamped (according to the SAfricans) and that's all she had left. Walter's are stamped willynilly! This just compounds my belief that we are all at the mercy of officiousness, and really, no-one knows what they're supposed to be doing. Especially in the travel industry. There was another woman who had had her passport nicked from right beside her at a cash register. She put it (it was in her wallet) down on the counter beside her hand, some chap on the other side started to talk to her, and woosh! it was gone. That was in France. Somehow, she made it back to Switz. sans passport.
So Allie will get his PP in time to go to the US in April (woohoo), but not in time for a trip that I booked to see my parents in March. What a bampot I am.

Anyway, here's a list of train stops (all in the Suisse-Allemande) that made me laugh:
Moos
Bumplitz
Worbdorf
Shoppyland (will go there before we leave)
Belp
Wankdorf (btw- dorf means village)

Walter likes to play this game in Scotland. My family retaliates by making him say 'squirrel' a lot.... and Drymen.... and tubular dude... and Jedburgh... and Greenock and Kilmarnock (laughing right now as he says them) etc to eternity.