The village of Charmey was packed with people, many dressed in their traditional swiss costumes, and most of them consuming beer, wine and sausages pretty freely, while the smell of fresh cow-pies filled the air. Nicole felt like she was back in Wisconsin. An MC gave information over loudspeakers about which herd was coming next, where they were from, and where they were headed.
George watched the cows passing nervously from his perch in the backpack carrier. I think he was a little scared of how big the cows were and how loud their bells were as they marched past us. Towards the end of the last herd we saw, I was standing a bit too close to a passing cow, who decided to whip his tail in my direction, sending a nice spray of you-know-what landing on my jacket and forehead. Nicole was nice enough to grab the baby-wipes to help me clean-up, but not before she continued to casually take some more pictures. I guess after watching the cows move at their glacial pace, Nicole decided to take it nice and slow as well. Lucky me.
For more pictures and some video of the Désalpes, check out the pictures and video links to the right.