The train from Zurich airport is six minutes late, a myth-busting revelation early-in-the-piece on my first ever visit to Switzerland. But I’m willing to believe that delays to the schedule are a very rare occurrence, because over the next week I spend in the country I jump on dozens of trains that depart on the dot.
From Zurich it’s a few hours and two smooth-like-clockwork changes to reach the vineyards of Lavaux, on the northern banks of Lac Leman (better known as Lake Geneva, but this is the French-speaking canton of Vaud we’re in, and they will give you a generous pour if you use their language). We’re staying two nights in the small village of Chexbres, which places us in the middle of wine country, and a ten minute train ride to the city of Lausanne, which is where we head the next morning. READ MORE