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... down the valley and up again and soon I gave up
and headed back to Gornergrat.
now it was snowing and the chances of me getting anymore shots of Matterhorn
were not looking good at all. The temp was now a wonderful -5 and so I headed
back to the train station.
walk back to the station was sure an adventure and a rather scary one at that.
Of course me being me I wanted the best photos of the area and so I decided to
take a detour ...
Day 11 The road to wherever 1-10-15 Intschi to Stalden
Today my plans were to head westwards across Switzerland to the wonderful town of Zermatt which lays right at the tip of the mighty Matterhorn mountain. However as you shall read I never quite got that far.
Over the last few weeks I as anyone can well imagine have been full of excitement and adventure. Everyday I'm out riding or climbing mountains and finally back at the hotel I sit for hours sorting the days photos out ...
... all the way to Mont Blanc on the Italian side and camp there by the town of Aosta. It was an expensive drive on the motorway that day but then the km go down fast and you get there quickly without spending 6 hours driving. We stopped for a coffee and ordered two lattes. Once out of the shop we realised that they had given us two cups of milk! No coffee! We added our own. On arrival at the campground I was still wearing t-shirt and shorts and the guy booking us in looked ...
... taking us 4 hours all up and although a bit sore leg wise and toenail wise, we all agreed it was a fantastic excursion. Coffee, beer and something to eat was a welcome treat on our arrival back in town. Drinks at 5 courtesy of the hotel in compensation for no hot water on our first night as the generator had broken down, plus cheese, biscuits and other nibbles in the lounge complete with open fire was a perfect ending to a perfect day and a perfect few days near the ...
... amongst us - he’s a bit frightened of bathing), we were back on the train to Konstanz. We were now, by far, the most feral first class passengers on board. We’d remembered to take toothbrushes, clean socks and knickers, but somebody forgot the hair brush - ha ha can’t blame Bill for that one (that’s because he doesn’t bathe or brush his hair). Poor little Brandi-Chanel’s shoe soles had cracked (not too mention poor ...