Optional Experiences

Taste of Amsterdam & Holland

Real Holland: feel, touch and taste....

Step straight into a storybook of old Holland.

We trip through the Dutch countryside to see Cheese and Clogs being made and the working windmill at De Kathammer.

The landscape opens wide - endless green polders, sparkling canals and black-and-white cows grazing peacefully under vast skies. Your first stop is the welcoming, traditional farm where the air is thick with the rich, creamy scent of fresh cheese. Here you watch the cheese-making process up close, sample a generous tasting of young, aged, and flavored varieties (cumin, mustard, or herb), and even try on hand-carved wooden clogs. The wooden barn feels warm and lived-in, the owners share stories with genuine pride, and for a little while you become part of this timeless Dutch farm life.... and meet some true Dutch characters.....

Then the road winds on along the famous Dykes to De Kathammer, one of the few remaining working windmills in the region. You step inside the creaking wooden structure and meet Ton the miller himself. With calloused hands and a quiet passion, he explains how the giant sails harness the wind to move water, just as they have for centuries. The massive gears turn slowly, the whole mill alive with the rhythmic groan of wood and canvas. Standing there, surrounded by the scent of flour and history, you feel the true heartbeat of the Dutch countryside.

You don’t simply see windmills and farms,  you taste the cheese, wear the clogs, shake hands with the miller and breathe in the authentic soul of Holland.

Here, in the green heart of the Netherlands, you get to live it - one delicious, creaking, unforgettable moment at a time.

49 EUR

Mt Pilatus & Lake Cruise

Switzerland: Where the Sky Begins

Some days, the earth feels too small.   So you go higher.

Mount Pilatus doesn’t rise - it unfolds.

You board the steepest cogwheel railway in the world, and with every turn, the mountain seems to breathe.  Past pine forests and wildflower meadows, through tunnels carved from stone and time - the world falls away beneath you.

And then, silence.

At the summit, the view is not just wide - it’s humbling.  The peaks of the Alps roll out like frozen waves.  Clouds drift below you.  It’s not the top of a mountain. It’s the edge of something holy.

But Pilatus has more than one way down.

You descend by cable car - a quiet flight through the open air.
Past cliffs that dare the sky. Over treetops that whisper in the wind.
The mountain lets you go gently, like a story coming to an end.

And then..... water.

A lake as still as glass, stretched wide beneath the watchful eyes of mountains.  

You board the boat. The engine hums.

And Lucerne reveals herself from the water - rooftops, spires, and reflections.

There’s something timeless in this journey.  From stone to sky to shimmering lake - it’s not a tour.   It’s a love letter to the land.

Pilatus doesn’t ask for your attention..... It takes your breath instead.

145.50 EUR

Alpine Village, Carriages & Cheese!

Switzerland: Where Simplicity Shines

Some places don’t need to impress you.  They only need to welcome you.

Tucked between snow-kissed peaks and green pastures, Engelberg feels like a storybook left open in the sun.
And today, you turn the pages for yourself - slowly, gently, behind the steady rhythm of hoofbeats.

Your carriage rolls through the village like a whisper.  Wooden chalets lean in close, flower boxes spilling colour down timber walls.  Alpine air wraps around you - clean, crisp, touched with the faint scent of hay and pine.

You’re not rushing.  You’re arriving.

But the real heart of the day waits in the barn.

Here, a local Swiss family opens their doors, and with them, their way of life.   You’ll step inside their world - where cows are called by name, where bells ring in the distance, where tradition lives not in museums, but in morning routines.

You taste their pride in every bite:   Cheese made on site, still warm with story.    Chocolate crafted the old way - rich, humble, honest.
Each mouthful says welcome. Each smile says stay.

You won’t find velvet ropes or souvenir shops here.  Just laughter, handshakes, and a view of the Alps that doesn’t ask for anything more than a moment of stillness.

This isn’t a performance.   This is Switzerland - real, rooted and utterly unforgettable.

92 EUR

Swiss Folklore Show with Lunch

Lucern: Where the Afternoon just melts away....

There are afternoons that feel like stepping into a Swiss fairytale, and then there’s one at Stadtkeller in Lucerne.

You descend into the historic cellar, warm wooden beams glowing under soft lights and the air already carries the rich, comforting scent of melting cheese. The long wooden tables are set with heavy steins and the promise of good cheer. This is no ordinary dinner - it’s a genuine Swiss folklore experience.

First comes the feast: a bubbling pot of authentic Swiss cheese fondue, silky and sharp with Emmental and Gruyère, served with crusty bread. Hearty plates of rösti, sausages, and fresh salads follow, while generous steins of local beer and crisp Swiss wine keep flowing. The food is abundant, rustic and deeply satisfying - the kind that makes you lean back and smile between bites.

Then the show begins, the Stadtkeller folklore troupe takes the stage. Traditional Swiss songs echo through the cellar, alphorns boom with their deep, haunting call and the yodelers fill the room with that unmistakable, joyful sound that seems to bounce off the mountains themselves. Dancers whirl in colourful traditional costumes, cowbells ring and the energy is infectious - soon the whole room is clapping, laughing and singing along.

It’s lively, warm and wonderfully unpretentious. You don’t just watch Switzerland. You taste it, drink it and feel its folk heart beating right beside you - you can even yodel and try the Alpine Horn yourself!

This is a joyful immersion into Swiss soul - cheese, steins, song and pure mountain spirit all in one unforgettable afternoon.  

95 EUR

Seine Cruise & Paris Icons

Paris: Where the City Glides By

Paris was never meant to be rushed.  She was meant to be admired - slowly, gracefully.... from the water.

You board beneath the hush of twilight or the shimmer of golden afternoon and the Seine carries you - effortlessly, like a sigh.

This is not just a river.   It’s a mirror for the soul of Paris.

As the boat glides forward, the city reveals herself - not all at once, but in glances.

Bridges curve like iron lace.   The spires of Notre-Dame reach skyward, proud even in silence.   The Louvre, the Orsay, the Conciergerie - they pass like old friends in conversation.

And then - the Eiffel Tower.

She doesn’t just rise.
She arrives.

Framed by sky, gilded by light, she watches you pass with the calm confidence of a queen who knows you’ve come just to see her.

You sit back and let Paris do what she does best - enchant.

Couples lean close. Laughter floats on the breeze. Cameras click, but nothing can quite capture the feeling of floating through the heart of this eternal city.

On land, Paris dazzles.  But on the water, she breathes.

And you, for one perfect hour, are part of her rhythm.

51 EUR

Notre Dame & Latin Quarter

The Parisien Latin Quarter: a place that murmurs, sings and refuses to let you leave unchanged.

You don’t just walk it. You immerse yourself. Down narrow streets where every turn feels like a secret and every window seems to be watching with quiet memory.  This is where Paris began.

The river is never far. The Seine moves beside you, slow and knowing, carrying centuries in its reflection…. And then, rising above it all, there it is - Notre-Dame Cathedral.

Not just a cathedral.   A witness.

Its towers don’t simply reach upward - they hold the sky in place. Stone carved with devotion, defiance and time itself. Even now, it stands with a quiet strength, as if it remembers everything… and forgives nothing.  It is the birthplace of Gothic architecture.

But the Latin Quarter doesn’t linger in grandeur alone.   It lives on in the details.

In the worn bookshops where pages smell of dust and dreams.

In café chairs turned outward, where conversations spill into the street like wine.

In the echo of footsteps over cobblestones that have carried philosophers, rebels, lovers and even Kings.

Somewhere, a violin hums, a glass clinks.   Somewhere, laughter rises and disappears into the morning air. 

You find yourself not rushing - but lingering.

Not searching - but noticing.

Because here, in this corner of Paris, time doesn’t pass.  It folds.

And for a moment - just a moment - you’re part of it.

39 EUR