So, the previous part ended with me kicking up a fuss and deciding to go my own way. At first, the group was being led not by me, but by our friend who lives in Zurich. Plus, he's self-assured, unlike me. Therefore, no one heard that the distance was the same, and whoever did hear, didn't believe it.
Nevertheless, one person from the group said that this wasn't right. And that he would go with me. Well, I'm not opposed, I'm actually all for it. We stomped off into the woods, the rest onto the road with the runners. After a while, our trail also returned right back there. Fortunately, not for long. Our goal was the Wengernalp railway station, from which we were going to take a train to the glacier. You can walk a bit further, to Kleine Scheidegg, but time was tight.
In the end, we arrived at the station only a few minutes later than the rest of the group, and even then, only because we weren't really rushing. I'm not in the kind of shape to be skipping through the mountains like a little goat.
When the train pulled up, it turned out our day passes didn't work here, like, at all. At least according to the conductor lady. We had to buy tickets. At this point it came to light that even though folks had been in Switzerland for a week already, practically no one had bothered to install the SBB transit app and link a payment card to it. There are no ticket terminals at the station for hikers, the only option is the app. And you have to buy the tickets before getting on the train, otherwise you risk a fine. Somehow our local buddy hastily sorted out 5 tickets, and I bought my own. I'm always amazed when a total "whatever" attitude prevails all around, because sure, I'm like that myself, but couldn't other people have prepared somehow? Of course, you can just blow it off so you don't become a neurotic. But few can afford to constantly blow cash unexpectedly. Or, for example, to come to Switzerland and then miss the glacier just because they couldn't buy a train ticket in time.
Fortunately, this time things worked out fine. In just a few minutes the train arrived at Kleine Scheidegg, where it was already pretty chilly. We threw on all sorts of jackets and sweaters, and were still shivering from the cold. It was time to buy a ticket to the absolute top, the Jungfraujoch saddle at an altitude of 3.5 km.
Here an unpleasant surprise awaited us. It turned out that the train tickets to the glacier and back cost 150 francs a head! Yikes!