We might have finished last in the competition but in return for a 13-0 defeat at the hands of Zermatt we exacted our revenge by kidnapping one of their spectators. If only it was that interesting.The truth is far more boring.
As the last of the Cordon Rouge staff staggered towards the coach they had attracted an extra member, who in a drunken haze, as soon are she arrived on the coach passed out on the nearest seat. Only when we arrived in Le Praz did she wake and asked whether we had arrived in Zermatt yet? After answering in the negative and telling her that we had just arrived in
Courchevel she replied 'But we are in Swtizerland aren't we?' again another negative response left her dazed as she came to grips with her predicament. Instead of a short journey home she had travelled in completely the wrong direction for 2 ? hours.
As we arrived in 1850 I did my good Samaritan and let Ingerlina stay the night on my sofa and sent her off to Geneva where connections to Zermatt by train are more frequent than from Moutiers. I'm sure she will look back on this little adventure and laugh.
