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... course a bike shop he had to have a look at.
When he came back I relented and told him to get a map and so then we drove up about half way and found a park on the river with a good breeze.
He set off to climb to the top. Its about 2158 high and looks very steep.
I got the washing done. I think I had finished reading my book by now so I wished I had had another one, ...
... 8217; so all is well (though they were calling Steve Seizure!) The rest of
the Windys arrived in dribs & drabs,
and Lucy & Jim’s son arrived on a bike having cycled about 150 miles to get
here (he lives in Switzerland). We barbequed & then joined the gang for a
few drinks. Had some rain in the night but luckily none came in. Lichtenstein next, but briefly, then onto
... Chatrigna, from years ago. She and my mom have known each other for some time, and to this day I remember as a child her amazing cooking when she came to visit. She now lives in a small village in the heart of the Alps, about 15 minutes from her hometown of St. Moritz. The historic village of S-chanf only has a population of a few hundred and a local market that operates on the honor system if no one is there...I couldn't believe it. It was a sleepy mountain paradise and ...
... was open this time either. We had been told, about 10 days before, that a land-slip had closed it! We had checked the internet and the site said that it was now open! The only way to find out was to go and see. We set off about 9am and rode towards Bormio. A quick trip to the Visitor's Information Center and we had what we wanted to hear – OPEN!
Wasting no time, just in case, we headed ...
... the train trip and we were soon nice and warm in our hotel. The plan was to stay 2 nights to allow us to ride some of the scenic roads around this town. Dinner was found in a restaurant full of American tourists on a whistle stop tour of Europe – 21 days from Rome to Paris. On the way home our luck with local musicians was holding – we encountered two musicians playing their Alpen Horns in a side street for the entertainment of the ...