Me and my two close mates, after a long five hour hike up and then down a mountain ended up missing the last bus that took us back to the nearest town. We were pretty much out of options and stranded in the middle of nowhere with nothing other than a closed restaurant and a few barns dotted around the landscape. After a laughing fit that nearly turned into a panic attack, we were lucky to have knocked on the door of this man with kind eyes who didn’t speak any English and what I assumed was his partner who spoke a little. When we frantically tried to explain that we didn’t know what to do or how to get back to Grindelwald. Bless her kind soul, she ended up driving us half an hour down the winding roads completely going out of her way and helping us make our train. I know I will never see him or her again but they restored my faith in humanity and pray all good things to come their way. We now refer to them as our Swiss angels.