Still in Bern on Saturday night, we hit the town and boogied all night long – well, that is until Fabs wilted with exhaustion and decided the time for bed was nigh. (Not a true Aussie, obviously.)

Of course, by this stage I’d had ‘a lemonade or two’ and was keen to party on, so Fabs left me with good tidings and strict instructions as to who to speak or not to speak with, who to accept a ride home with, how to negotiate her astronomically steep driveway in stilettos, and how to lock the door behind me (a seemingly simple task but extraordinarily difficult to a foreigner unfamiliar with the mysterious technology of Swiss doorknobs, particularly one in stilettos and full of ‘lemonade’) - all of which I promptly forgot.

I also managed to forget my credit card PIN number, which caused minor dramas en route to buy my return ticket to Konstanz on Sunday, but only for a short period because I’d also managed to forget that you don’t actually need to use the PIN code when you can just sign.

Eventually we bid each other a merry farewell and I arrived back in Konstanz safe and sound that night, having had only one small panic attack in Zurich when the train pulled out from the station in the same direction from which it had arrived, prompting me to fret that maybe I was supposed to change there and was now heading back to Bern (but as it turns out, the route out of Zurich is just a bit ‘curly’).

All in all, a perfect weekend in a perfect city.