Paragliding. It was heaven.
Matt and I found ourselves in a foreign country with no way to tell time and no way to cut cheese (tee hee). Poor planning on my behalf. We tried to see how long we could last..... 48 hours is all. And to add to the cave man persona, we resorted to a lot of grunting, as we did not speak the native German language.
How oddly convenient that Switzerland's primary exports are knives and watches! And cuckoo clocks. But I couldn't find any sort of intrinsic value in those, and I definitely don't need one to survive. Bear Grylls probably would have used the cuckoo mechanism to fake a mating call to the wild cuckoos of Zimbabwe, and then he would fry their eggs over a hot sandstone and take the little Swiss yodler figurines and somehow squeeze water out of them and drink that. But I haven't watched enough Man Vs. Wild to call myself that advanced yet. Ergo, our first souvenirs: