Danke Shen? (Hallo Svitzerland Continued)

So, we are sitting there and approaching the landing for the ferry. I'm getting more and more anxious every single minute. How much longer is this stinking ferry ride? So, finally we see the landing ahead and the guy that I had spoken with earlier comes up tom me and says he's working on finding my bag. Just wait and he'll be right back. Meanwhile, the captain announces the final stop and everyone must unload. Great, now what. So, I try to be the last person on the boat and cannot seem to find the guy I was talking to.

Then here comes my little friend with not much more information. Hey follow the captain. Who's the captain? That guy right there. Just follow him. OK. Still not sure what was going on, I follow the captain to the ticket booth for the ferry. He tells me to go to the window, so I do just that. The lady asks me if I need a ticket and I do not, so I say no and let the people behind me go ahead. Meanwhile, el Capitan says something to the lady in the booth, lights his little cigarette and heads back to the ferry.

Still confused and now afraid that dude misunderstood me completely, I walk up to Cappy. He turns to me and says, "go there, go there." Then he just walks off. So, I go back to the booth and the lady asks if i need a ticket again. I told her i didn't think so, but the captain just told me to come here about my bag being left behind at the restaurant. She nods, picks up the phone and says some stuff in German (the Swiss don't have there own language). She hangs up and give me the incredible news. they have my bag and they are sending it on the next ferry. It will be there in about an hour and a half. Sweet!

Then I think, wait I never described my bag to anyone. I just mentioned that I left a bag. What if the bag they found wasn't mine? Tired of trying to explain myself to the Swiss, I just decided to trust that I was only person that had left a bag laying around. So, the Jillster and I decide to put our luggage in a locker and hang out in Interlaken until the ferry gets there. While we waited we made a reservation at a very cool little place in Gimmelwald via phone so we had a place to stay and went shopping for Jill some shoes. Then we saw this car:

Suddenly, it seemed this rainy, nasty day would turn out OK after all. Right?

A little while later, we head to the ferry and the booth lady heads over to greet the little ferry with my precious little bag on it.

So, one by one people unload. None of the ferry employees seem to be moving off the boat. No one has my bag in hand. Seriously, is this some kind of joke? I'm just trying to be patient and sit back hoping someone raises my little backpack. . . .