In the summer of 1972 a friend from high school and I were in Lauterbrunnen as part of a backpacking trip around Western Europe. We met up at a bar with a bunch of other backpackers-mainly from the US, but some from Australia. To get to the bar from where most of us were staying you had to walk past a cemetery. My friend and I hatched a plan to leave the bar before everyone else, hide in the cemetery, and scare the bejeezus out of everyone as they walked back to the hotel. And it worked. But…when we went to go a low-flying bat started circling us. I was/am scared to death of bats. So I was stuck in the cemetery until dawn, when it left. Of course I now realize it was Vlad and I only had to worry about my wallet and not my head.
Congratulations Mach