They kept appearing like angels falling from the sky, each new one as beautiful as the previous starlet. I was on a press trip to Switzerland for PubClub. We were greeted by not one, but two, beautiful girls from Tourism Saas-Fee and when the next day rolled around to go skiing, a third presented herself in the hotel lobby. Too soon, it seemed, we were on our way to the next stop, Lenk. While billed as mostly a family resort, I found the place quite pleasing as a PubClubber.
After a few spirited koffee drinks, I returned to the plush Lenkerhof hotel to meet up with up our new tour guide. Ladies and gentlemen, meet Denise, a petite brunette so adorable I immediately had the urge to lift her up in my arms and inquire about the whereabouts of the nearest chapel. I instead took a handshake and the rest of the trip played the part of the helpless American unable to grasp the concept of something called a T-bar.
This required that Denise be by my side at all times. Alas, after two wonderful days I had to leave Denise and the others behind, as I now journeyed solo to the capitol city of Bern and then onto the dynamic and exotic-sounding Zurich.
In each, local tour guides had been arranged to show me the cities. A press packet was waiting for me at the Bern hotel and attached to it was the card of a Tourism Bern representative. The card had a picture of the person and once again, it was a very attractive girl.
This is unbelievable, I thought! I returned to the lobby a few minutes early and the hotel clerk said he thought that the short, somewhat elderly lady in the corner was there to meet me. I was interrupted by the little older lady about 4-feet-nothing, mids and carrying a pointing stick who announced that it would be she β and not the lovely Swiss Miss on the card β that would be showing me the city.
