If you’ve read my posts on Zurich and Neunkirch, or better yet been to either one of them yourself, you’ll have seen how beautiful they are. Schaffhausen holds just as much of that typically quaint, Swiss feel as the other towns. Being home to a section of the Rhine itself it’s a lovely place to visit for a few hours, and is easy to get to by train in about ten minutes if you set off from the iconic Rhine Falls in Neuhausen (post on this to follow).
Though Schaffhausen wasn’t top of our list of places to see in Switzerland, it was beautiful nonetheless, and exploring the circular 16th century fortification known as the Munot, the little cafes and the cobbled streets in the summer sun, which was borderline Turkish heat on the day we went, was a good way to spend a free morning. That said, we didn’t find a huge amount to do there, as I won’t lie I wasn’t too keen on going for a dip in the public swimming pool sat literally within the river itself. The fish/sharks were not an inviting aspect of the pool, despite Darryl’s disagreement. So, to avoid that at all costs, we set off on a walk to Neuhausen along the Rhine, which took around sixty to ninety minutes. Just a tip, if you plan on doing this look out for the adorably named signs that say “wanderweg”, aka path, which will make your trek a little easier. If you’d prefer to get lost like us, ignore them.
Something I noticed in Switzerland is how people love to spend their afternoons basking in the sun on the river banks or boating down the Rhine, some even swimming in it as though it’s some kind of lazy lagoon at a water park. If you saw someone doing that in a British river you’d deeply question their sanity and potentially run for help. Not in Switzerland. These people would literally float along, boat-less, right up to the point where the stop signs began to appear on bridges, which basically translate to “seriously stop and get the hell out right now otherwise you’re going down the falls in a matter of minutes”. Strange, but another thing about Switzerland that I adore.
Next stop, Neuhausen.