Well today has been, appropriately enough, a little foggy, both inside and outside my head. I woke up after well over nine hours of sleep and still wasn't feeling better, so I knew it was time for a change of plans. I asked the hotel clerk if it was worth going to Jungfraujoch given the livecam shots that showed it all clouded in. She said not to bother, it would be a waste of time and money. She suggested another lower loop of cable cars and railways that would give me some heights and sights and a stroll through the hillside village of Murren, so I did that instead. I also asked her about the doctor I had noticed on the map. I recognized what I was now feeling as the strep throat I get every time I have a cold, so she set me up with an appointment at five. Until then, I rode a few cable car gondolas and railways and wandered through Murren. The clouds at times were thick and the village was quiet, which only added to that not quite earthly feeling of the day. The doctor visit surprised me a little. I expected some craggly old Andy Griffith type that had been here forever, but instead was met by a 20-something guy who looked like he came off of a calendar. He asked a lot of the usual questions, took some tests, and sure enough, I have Strep. But now, I also have three boxes of meds to fix it! After the doctors visit, I trained to Bern, which I have pretty much written off in favor of sleep. Tomorrow I head to Paris and am looking forward to feeling better there.