never pass a pisser, never trust a fart, never waste a stiffy.
2nd Visit to Heidi’s and Interlaken. Masses of tourisists are Asian, Chinese and Eastern European (or further East). I think they go to look at the expensive watches!
I just love it here though.
If you go to Interlaken – remember, don’t go for a Chinese meal. Rubbish and expensive.
Swam in this. Godda be done!
We followed a route but it ended up being a farm track. Then a field. Again!
Route de Grand Alps. We missed the kayakers going past!
Very high up and no barriers to a 500 foot drop. At least. All in a day’s work.
True adventurers we are! First attempt at the use of the “Tarp”. It was raining so to make dinner (I think it was duck a la orange) we needed cover. Well this was it!
Tarp = Prat = Trap
First
We came across a delightful number of villages and towns north of Nice. Colamars was a medieval town with a walled surround. Of course full of quaint shops and hardly represented the way it used to be but what the heck.
Nice panini and coffee nearby tho.
We arrived by ferry in Nice. To be confronted by the aftermath of the atrocities there. We went past two shrines of thousands upon thousands of flowers and bouquets. We didn’t stop to take pictures – it just didn’t seem right but I admit to shedding a small tear at the outpouring of grief that was evident.
We rode on. Went through Grasse which was a sight for wore eyes. Great place but as rain was felt for the first time on this trip we knew we had to knuckle down somewhat.
The final campsite was a rural affair. Shaded by olive trees and a difficult pitch to say the least. Next to me was this ‘hobo’ of a bloke who seemed to have a bivvy tent, a couple of nylon quick dry outfits and a pair of trainers to his name. Nice fella but in the morning he did several press-ups, rubbed a stick vigorously with his hands and then ate part of a cured meat stick thing. Seemed happy enough. I think he went walking all day. Maybe, dunno.
Me? I was surrounded by a thousand hanging things! You can’t put stuff on the ground as animals decide to eat them. Unless its the locals of course.
