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... then get faster and faster and we start spinning wildly and the pictures around us become blurs. The fall lasts for a lifetime and the ground starts coming closer and closer and then SHOOOP . Hard yank up the groinal region. Everything slows. You feel how dry your mouth is from all the cold air that’s been hitting it. We start in our own aerial spins and glides down the skies as we head towards the hangar fields. The landing was smooth for each as it had been for all ...
... had passed a big club group of cyclists all in the same kit. After we went through a beautiful little town with a cobbled thoroughfare (riding in the center water channel is easier if no one is coming the other way) we stopped for a few moments to check our directions. The club group came by but we soon restarted and caught up to them. They were also headed for the Mortirolo, as we found out when they turned off. As we were advised later at the Bormio Ski and Bike ...
First there was Boza (Bos-zha) of Appenzell. She and her husband Franz, his brother Hans and her son Clemens run the Adler hotel. Boza has three sons and is this zesty, fit, amazingly energetic blossom in the midst of these men. She is in her early 60s ...all size 2 of her. She bonded with each of us and we enjoyed her a great deal.
Next was Liz of Fresno. She had ditched her husband who ...
... ones continue to party very hard and is very noisy and they have decided that 3am is a good time to try to knock on everyone's doors and try wake them up... Not impressed. I think I'm getting old!! Hopefully they keep there antics to themselves and the ******** wears off quickly or heads will roll! Haha
A 9 hour bus trip tomorrow as we are off to the French Rivera then on to Nice and Morocco!!
... slowly up and then flattened out frequently passing through little tunnels, over bridges and wooded hills with pockets of pasture and little villages of dark and coloured wooden houses, bright flower boxes, fancy roofs and churches with tops like a witches hat. The whole scene unfolding was like one you would see on a jig saw or chocolate box lid. Streams rushing over small round boulders frequented the scene and to our delight the ...