?php /** * Slow Switzerland — Credentials * Copy this file to credentials.php and fill in your values. * NEVER commit credentials.php to git. */ // Database define('DB_HOST', 'localhost'); // e.g. localhost define('DB_NAME', 'switzerland_slow'); // e.g. slowswitzerland define('DB_USER', 'switzerland_slow'); // e.g. db_user define('DB_PASS', 'AfTLqz9dWDcPDwE525b4'); // your database password // Anthropic API define('ANTHROPIC_API_KEY', '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'); // your Anthropic API key // Admin credentials define('ADMIN_USER', 'admin'); define('ADMIN_PASS_HASH', '$2y$10$.hRzuLeq26fZ1V68t1ajCeRwkSwqggosZdeoD4zvl61C1DyH88w0K'); // generate with: php -r "echo password_hash('yourpassword', PASSWORD_DEFAULT);" // Site URL (optional — defaults to https://slowswitzerland.com) // define('SITE_URL', 'https://slowswitzerland.com'); Zermatt — Slow Travel Guide — Slow Switzerland
Zermatt, Switzerland

Zermatt

No cars. No rush. Just the Matterhorn.

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I took the Glacier Express alone to Zermatt on a whim. The train climbed through valleys so quiet I could hear the rivers below. When I arrived, there were no cars — just electric taxis humming through narrow streets. The Matterhorn stood there, impossibly still. I sat on a bench near the river and watched it change color as the sun moved. In Zermatt, the mountain sets the pace. You just follow.

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What makes Zermatt slow travel perfect

There are no cars in Zermatt. That's the first thing you notice, and it changes everything. Without engine noise, you hear the Vispa river running through the village. You hear cowbells on the hillside. You hear your own footsteps on the old wooden bridges. The Matterhorn is everywhere — reflected in shop windows, framed by every side street, glowing pink at sunset in a way no photograph has ever captured truthfully. But the mountain is patient. It doesn't perform. It just stands there, day after day, century after century, waiting for you to stop and really look. Zermatt rewards those who resist the urge to conquer it and instead let it reveal itself — one walk, one meal, one golden hour at a time.