Up and up we swung, over fields of grazing cows, over the treetops and up and up until Zweisimmen was a tiny spot in the landscape below.
He was from Düsseldorf and had worked all over the world in other people's restaurants but he really wanted his own place.
Now this was his, the Rinderberg (cattle mountain) Restaurant and although it was a difficult place to make a living he was doing okay.
|Zweisimmen is just to the right of the pylon.|
He ran events. Next weekend is an event for 17 year olds then the following event was for 70 year olds. He wanted everyone to come, no matter what their age and sees his job as "making them happy". He shouted me a drink as we sat and chatted.... Vodka and green 'Spritze' - now that's novelty with a sausage lunch!
Jurgen said he had just run a four day Techno festival which had been really successful. He'd got a police licence so when the lone farmer with a shed nearby complained to the police they just said 'Well he has a licence, there's nothing we can do'.
" And anyway," said Jurgen, "the cows came to watch and I they stayed. I think they really enjoyed it too."
He said that he was now getting calls from other venues asking how he managed to get a licence and how he organised the party because they wanted to put on something similar.
I will remember my ride up to the Rinderberg with pleasure and I think the Swiss are lucky to have such a committed restaurateur as Jurgen in their midst.