We had driven across the border between Germany and Austria a couple of time in the last two days. It was no different than going from North Carolina to Virginia (well, a little different - the road pavement didn't change). But they are both members of the European Union, and today we were going to Switzerland, which isn't.
We stopped at the border on the Austrian side (we crossed into Austria on the highway), but the Austrians didn't want to stamp us goodbye. The Swiss, however, are usually another story, our guide, Neil, said. We drove up about 100 feet and stopped at the border to Switzerland (I guess the in between is the DMZ, or maybe the de-chocolated zone). Typically the Swiss like to check passports, but that wasn't the case today.
"Maybe it's too cold," Neil said.
"Neil, get them to check, you don't know how hard it is to get a Swiss visa," said a fellow traveler, this one from the Dominican Republic.
"You can go and tell them," Neil said to a bus full of laughs.
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