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Our Vacation in Engadine - Switzerland, August 2003

St. Moritz                                                        

Piz Nair   

Soglio

Scuol

Tarasp

Chasa Furtunada/Tasna

Val Minger, National Park

Mustair

Ftan

Sent

Bergun

Engadine landscapes

The Rhaetische railway

Zurich

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Beyond the mountains, in the farthest corner of Switzerland , and requiring some dedication to reach , is the Lower Engadine (Engiadina Bassa in Romansh, Unterengadin in German). Remote from Chur, let alone from the rest of the country, this attractive valley nurtures a quite distinct, thoroughly Romansh culture that has been allowed to flourish in isolation for centuries. Although the Austrian Tyrol is just a few kilometres away on the north side of the impassable Piz Buin range, it might just as well be on the other side of the continent. The succession of hamlets which cling to the banks of the foaming River Inn (or En in Romansh), tumbling its way towards Innsbruck, the Danube and eventually the Black Sea, show their Latin origins as much as does the language of their inhabitants: thick-walled houses stuccoed in cream abound, complete with small, deep-set windows and scarlet geraniums sprouting from every windowbox, reminiscent of Mediterranean village architecture found much further south. Everywhere you’ll see the characteristic sgraffiti decoration – ornate, curlicued designs, pictures and even mottoes or dedications studiously etched into the white stuccoed facade of a house to reveal a darker, coloured layer beneath. The beautifully decorated little cottages and quaint cobbled squares, set against a tremendous backdrop of dark pine forests and looming mountains, combine to give the fairy-tale valley a uniquely romantic air.

 

Scuol is the main town of the valley, prefaced by a succession of charming cliffside villages such as Guarda and Ftan. Zernez serves as the gateway for exploration of the Parc Naziunal Svizzer, Switzerland’s only national park, a vast chunk of highland wilderness. Beyond the park in tiny Müstair village is one of Switzerland’s greatest cultural treasures – a Carolingian church sporting perfectly preserved medieval frescoes.

 

Transport in the valley isn’t easy. Trains from St Moritz and, with the opening of the Vereina Tunnel, also from Klosters, serve both Zernez and Scuol, while postbuses run northeast to the Austrian border and southeast to Müstair. Timetables, though, can leave you waiting a couple of hours between buses and unless you’re on an extended walking tour of the valley, driving is really the transport of choice, allowing you to detour to hamlets which take your fancy, or enjoy the sunset in Müstair and still make it to St Moritz well before bedtime.

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 The Upper Engadine (Engiadin’Ota in Romansh, Oberengadin in German), is justly celebrated as one of the most scenic valleys in Switzerland, a heart-stoppingly beautiful array of forests, snowy mountains and silvery lakes, raised high at 1800m and looking southwest directly into the crispest and clearest sunshine in the Alps. The long, straight 55km run southwest from Zernez takes in a handful of attractive little resorts, all of them entirely overshadowed by St Moritz, which holds court in mid-valley. In point of fact, many of the smaller fry – such as Pontresina and Celerina – that tug on St Moritz’s skirts have more to offer than their mentor, but for a century past and probably for a century to come, the Moritz name is the one that sells.

 

Crossing the two major mountain passes that lead on from St Moritz delivers you into small fingers of territory entirely unlike the rest of Graubünden. To the southwest, the Maloja Pass feeds into the deep and lush Val Bregaglia, while to the southeast, a road and rail line crosses the Bernina Pass into the equally idyllic Val Poschiavo. Both are thoroughly Italian, in language, culture and flora, and both offer a taste of Mediterranean-style living that’s like a revelation after the high mountain valleys.

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ST MORITZ sticks out like a sore thumb. Seemingly plopped down unceremoniously amidst the quiet villages of the Engadine – although, of course, it was here long before they were, a spa as far back as the Bronze Age – St Moritz is a brassy, in-your-face reminder of the world beyond the high valley walls, the kind of place that gives money a bad name. For a century or more, it’s been the prime winter retreat of the international jetset, who over the years have created a mini-Manhattan of Vuitton and Armani in this stunningly romantic setting of forest, lake and mountains. When the tourist office trumpets St Moritz’s “champagne climate”, they don’t necessarily mean the sparkling sunshine – although there’s plenty of that as well, 322 days of it a year on average. And yet the town itself is neither cosmopolitan, attractive nor graceful; its ski-slopes engaging but – compared with Davos or the Jungfrau – generally undemanding. What St Moritz has that no other resort has is the name, and that glisters better than gold, enough for the tourist board to make it a patented registered trademark so that no one else can touch it. Presidents and princes, Hollywood starlets, nobility and nouveaux riches clamour to be associated with St Moritz, and the place gladly responds, turning on the razzle all winter long with a endless round of banquets, celebrations and spectacles centred around the frozen Lej da San Murezzan lake, including horse racing, polo and even cricket on ice. Summer is downtime, when the hoi polloi arrive to hike and relax in the sunshine. The range of sports and activities on offer both in winter and summer is vast, but despite the hype there’s not much sense of adventure – all that money tends to get in the way. The final, mortal blow is that the Swiss themselves turn their backs on St Moritz: less than a third of the town’s visitors are locals. Like Leicester Square in London or Fisherman’s Wharf in San Francisco, it’s good to see St Moritz … but it’s a relief to get away.

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