We're back in Europe today and visiting Lausanne, a small but vibrant university city in Switzerland. It is exactly the sort of place I might have ended up in when I was interrailing in 2008, so in that spirit, today's story is about two interrailers. I would like to point out that my interrailing companion would never have been as cruel as Libby. I might be, though :)
They stood at the top of the Sauvabelin Tower, the winding streets of Lausanne laid out before them.
"Can we go back down now, please?" Jess begged. Libby shook her head, the green streaks in her blonde hair swirling around her small face.
"No. You haven't confronted your fear yet."
"I am on holidays. Why am I confronting my fears?"
"Because our next stop is Paris and I am not climbing the Eiffel Tower on my own. You need to face up to this."
"I am on top of a tower made out of sticks. What more do you want?"
"Look out. Look down at the terrace." Libby began to snap pictures of the view. "Shall I take one to prove you've been up here?"
Libby took Jess's grimace as assent and aimed her camera at Jess. She had more sense than to ask her to smile.