Day 7  : Our Scenic drive into Bavaria

From the Misty Swiss Alps to Munich's Warm Glow: A Day of Scenic Wonders, Sweet Stops, and Bavarian Cheers
 

The journey from Interlaken to Munich is one of those magical travel days that feels like turning the page in a storybook—from the dramatic, mist-shrouded peaks of the Swiss Alps to the hearty, welcoming heart of Bavaria. On this particular July morning, the group set off under a veil of rain, the kind that clings to the mountains and turns the world a soft, silvery gray.

Interlaken's iconic landscape looked ethereal in the drizzle, with clouds draping the towering peaks and the turquoise rivers rushing below. The air was crisp and invigorating, a reminder that the Alps don't always pose for postcard-perfect sunshine—sometimes they wrap you in atmosphere instead.
 

As the coach wound its way out of town and toward Germany, the route delivered classic Alpine scenery: winding passes, emerald valleys, and glimpses of snow-capped summits fading into the distance. Our morning drive starts moody, but the clouds began to part by noon, letting golden light spill across the rolling Bavarian countryside.

The drive transitioned beautifully from Swiss drama to German charm—highway stretches mixed with forested hills, charming villages, and open fields. To break up the ride, the group pulled over at a cozy roadside spot for donuts—a sweet, indulgent snack that hit just right after the morning's chill. Nothing fancy, perhaps a classic bakery or quick stop, but those warm, sugary treats were the perfect morale booster on the road.

Lunch followed at a familiar McDonald's—practical, fast, and reliably satisfying for a traveling crew eager to keep moving.

Midway through the afternoon, the tour guide made the rounds with a delightful surprise: trays of premium Swiss chocolate treats. Rich, velvety squares and perhaps some truffles passed hand to hand, melting on tongues and sparking smiles. It was a small but perfect touch—Swiss chocolate really does taste like happiness wrapped in foil.

By the time the coach rolled into Munich, the sky had fully cleared, and the city's lights were just starting to twinkle. The day wrapped up with a lively group dinner at a classic Bavarian spot—think long wooden tables, vaulted ceilings painted with cheerful murals, and the unmistakable clink of massive beer steins.
The spread was pure Bavaria: hearty pretzels, sizzling sausages, crispy pork knuckles, and platters of cheeses and cold cuts, all washed down with crisp, golden lagers poured fresh from the tap. Conversations flowed as easily as the beer—stories from the Alps, laughs over travel mishaps, and toasts to new friendships forged on the road. The atmosphere buzzed with warmth, the kind only a beer hall can deliver after a long, scenic drive.
 

What started as a rainy departure from the Swiss wonderland ended in the joyful embrace of Munich's beer culture. Days like this remind you why travel matters: the landscapes shift, the weather plays its tricks, but the little moments—chocolate on the bus, donuts by the roadside, steins raised in good company—turn a simple transfer into an unforgettable chapter.