Hotel Meierhof Davos
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Today we left the buzz of the city and throngs of tourists behind and headed for the hills. Five hours later we settled in a lovely little town high in the alpine with a breathtaking view of the surrounding mountains and valley below. And yes, the water was ...
It had rained overnight in Corvara so the roads were wet when we left but it wasn't raining. The good thing was that the roads were ours - hardly any traffic. The bad thing was that the roads were wet and slippery. Canazei was our forts port of call - a very wealthy ski resort. The buildings were very ornate and there was plenty of traffic. We went through the Passo do Costalunga and found ourselves in the apple ...
... quite special. However, as they say, **** HAPPENS, and I
ended up having a blow out in my rear tyre. So the cycle tour ended up as a
walk with bike to push.
We walked to the next village of Cellerina where we found a
cycle shop. Since the repair would have taken a couple of hours we decided to
catch a bus home.
The weather being reasonable ...
... and more commonly famous for being on the Toberlone bar. After a sleeping the night at the base of a disused ski lift, we made it to Tausch where Harold was to be left, expecting blue skies and laughing in the face of the meteorologist. This was wrong, it was thick fog and constant rain. We toyed with the idea of toughing it out and heading up, but looking at the cams of the village above (you cant actually
drive to Zermatt, its ...
... br> proverbials off. Eventually we got over the top of the pass and headed down
into the lee of the mountain where conditions were marginally more pleasant.
Here there was snow and a valley of magnificent color extremes. The rocks
varied in color from green to red to purple and white. At the base of these colorful
cliffs was a lake of the most amazing turquoise blue.
After another hour’s walk we arrived at the Jurg Jenatsch Hut