Day 10 - St Moritz

We leave a rather chilly Davos, first time we can wear the winter wardrobe that is half of our luggage - so you get to see us wearing some different clothes in the photos. It isn't a long drive and I have a massage booked at 5pm in St Moritz, we have a leisurley start as a museum we want to visit in Susch only opens at 11am.

We drive from Davos via the Fluela pass, which is unbelievable for its rugged beauty on the one side and green splendour on the other side. It was cloudy and we were driving in and out of the clouds, it really was magical.

Our first stop is a little village way up in the mountains that is famous for its art on the buildings. They basically sketch pictures in the wet plaster, which then looks like a painted mural on the building. It is a resident car only town and there is a mighty long uphill walk, I was knackered after reaching the town - which is uphill all the way. After seeing the first two buildings painted with this technique I was ready to go back down - but John was keen to see the whole town. Needless to say we cracked all our exercise rings in about 30 minutes.

We arrive in Susch and had a terrible and exhausting time trying to find the museum entrance - we could see people walking in the buildings but couldn't find a door that would open. We walked all the way up one hill, then another and John walked up about 4 flights of awkward stairs - only to find nothing but a tower. I walked back and asked someone and we passed the entrance as we walked over the bridge. Bugger - anyway the museum building and experience was well worth it. The art wasn't that interesting but the fact that they have carved and utilised the infrastructure underground to create a museum without affecting the heritage buildings above ground was phenomenal.

Then back on the road to St Moritz. We arrive in St Moritz in time for lunch and we have a play around the town going up the funiculars and cable cars. John keeps wanting to get the bus on the other side of the road and then you doubt yourself - I stood firm and we managed to get there and back without too much hassle. At the top of the mountains there are spectacular views. The first one involved a very steep walk from the hotel to a funicular, then another funicular and then a cable car to a summit of Piz Nair, which is 3,056 metres above sea level.

A stately ibex, head bowed, sits atop its throne on the summit of Piz Nair, overlooking the Upper Engadin at its feet.

Back down the mountain, soaking in the views. I have a massage and John is set up to watch the match. My massage was great and the Toon won - hoorah! Out to celebrate. We now go up the Muottas Muragl funicular to a restaurant for an Aperol and a beer. Stunning views all over.

I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw the funicular train track - it was gentle and then looked like a very very steep incline. I videoed both journeys to show you - it is pretty incredible, very quiet and so very very steep. See video below.

Dinner at the hotel and a very uncomfortable nights sleep, room very hot, pillows had about 5 feathers in them.