We left Switzerland on a warm sunny day, driving past Lucerne and the mountains of Pilatus and Rigi Kulm towards Zurich. There was no issue with the steering which clearly Piermin had fixed by topping up the engine oil.
It was a scenic drive on good roads with some tunnels through the mountain sides and we skirted the entire southern length of Zurichsee which was very industrial.
After driving east and then north alongside the Rhein (once again) we crossed the river into Liechtenstein and pitched up outside the country’s football stadium in Vaduz, where eleven years previously Beckham and Owen scored international goals during a game we had watched on TV at home in Cornwall.
We wanted to see the sights and also needed to find some screws to repair Bertha’s skirt which was coming away from the tyre housing.
We discovered that Vaduz has innumerable hair dressers, quirky cafes, clothes shops, dentists, doctors and banks but no DIY store. A friendly chap in a Toyota dealership provided us with a handful of screws (no charge!) for which we were very grateful.
People were smart and well-dressed, cars were expensive looking. There seemed lots of young women in traditional bodice and skirt costumes, some of them less ‘maidenly’ and rather raunchy. This all seemed to be quite normal as no-one else batted an eyelid and the girls were comfortable and confident.
Back at Bertha we discovered that our bounty of free screws unfortunately didn’t fix the problem so gave up and set about travel planning instead.
Eventually they sped off and we were left, a lone van in Liechtenstein, listening to the bells of grazing goats and pondering Europe’s smallest principality.