As I later found out, making it up the Great St. Bernard Pass is something of a personal milestone for many a professional cyclist. I’d just thought of it as the most direct route over the Alps and it wasn’t quite on my bucket list. Ah well, guess it is now.
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Vers les sommets
Things were looking good. After a week of almost non-stop rain in Kandersteg, I had woken up on the day set for departure to blue-ish skies. I made my way to breakfast, up to the staff room for TFTD (the morning staff meeting) and farewell hugs, and back down to the dining hall for breakfast round two. I’d be needing it.
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Onwards to Kandersteg
Even though I spent almost an entire day in Basel, I didn’t get to see too much of it. I was preoccupied with the usual to-do list now that I was once again in a city and a new country. I had a SIM card to buy, Swiss Francs to withdraw, and also needed some new brake pads for those soon-to-come Alpine downhills.
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To the hills
Four days after my arrival in Nancy, I was back on the road and heading southeast towards Switzerland. Finding Couchsurfing hosts in this part of France had proven to be difficult, and so I was to be camping out again. Not that I’m complaining at all, the scenery had changed totally after Nancy and gone from plain to remarkably beautiful in no time at all.
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