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After a horrid nights sleep, with 3 of us not well, we left Asti and drove towards the French border and the formidable Alps. We encountered quite a few tunnels that we had to drive through with some being over 5kms long. At least this saved us having to wind our way through the mountains. Once again there were snow capped mountains on either side of us.
We entered into France and came across a little ski town in the French Alps that was covered in snow. Sophie ...
... stranded in their cars in the snow that night. Eventually this friend got home in 36 hours to find their luggage left behind.
I would have to ski. I'm a bit of a wimp. I didn't want to break bones. It was all rather nerve-wracking. I cautiously followed the others to the slopes looking like a giant toasted marshmallow with an added hired helmet for protection and some rather uncomfortable, ridiculously hard to get into and walk ...
... to ski. As in, actually ski.
Thankgod for the human behind hey?
After an hour of human bobsledding (both deliberate and accidental), El stacking it numerous times and random acts of kindness whereby people stopped and offered to ski with my ski's down the mountain (in which I politely accepted), we made it...and took the next two days off skiing.
A white 'orphan' Christmas in the French Alps? Lived the dream!
After breakfast I pump up the tyre to 3 bars and bid goodbye to my host, Stefan. For the solo traveller it is expensive to stay here (€59.50 for bed & breakfast) but I reckon I could be back again. Maybe next year with Mick.
The local garage is a few kilometres down the mountain, in the town Valdeblore. It appears to be a one-man operation, run by Eric. He takes about three minutes to ...
... road in Europe. The narrow road meandered up the edge of the valley and gave distant glimpses of snowy mountain peaks. As the road ascended through village settlements they grew less and less frequent and the occasional local acknowledged my slow 50 km an hour speed through their villages. The dwellings grew less frequent and the curves became more hairpin, but good visibility of the road ahead meant a wide approach line could be taken on the delicious curves. Both the bike ...