Hotel Le Carina
- Tennis Court
- Heated pool
- Indoor pool
- Swimming pool
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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 ...
... with the driver and one rear. That's it. The busiest time of year in France with thousands itching to get to the slopes. And more transport strikes as the workers would rather be on holiday. After a few hours standing on the platform with many other puzzled travellers a larger train arrives and we depart. It was a slow grind and a complete halt at one point as it was snowing outside. YES REAL SNOW!! Our entertainment was the rudest elderly French lady I ...
... run we attempted. Unfortunately though, we nailed no black runs. Evidently we are not late bloomers destined for a belated Olympic birth in down hill, cross-country or parallel skiing. Nor are we ready to take on the fearless gun t hree year olds (Milo squad equivalents) but merely embarrass ourselves in front of them. Liz disembarking from the chairlift and sliding downhill screaming on her backside, a classy example.
Admittedly when ...
... cafe here for coffee creme. I wander about photographing some of the more extraordinary sights in this village.
A little further on I stop at a junction when I see an old guy standing by his Kawasaki 550. This is Emil from Belgium, 73 years old he tells me proudly and riding the Alps since he was a nipper.
He has a house nearby and also a house in Belgium. We chat ...
... with the minimal level of risk and having learnt lessons previously from the Passo D'Stelvio (arrived on a Sunday - when all Italian Ferraris and sports bike riders get out to shake off some cobwebs). A sleep in was seriously tempting in the fabulous hotel, however I wanted to beat the tourists and other bike riders so as not to eat their dust, diesel fumes and be safer. By request I pushed my bike away from the garage door and fired her up. The unmistakable burble of the BMW's ...