Is one long day. It doesn’t seem like it would be but there were so many passes that it took a long time to navigate. I need to say that I awoke to the tolling of bells outside my hotel window. It was very relaxing and beautiful. I wonder if that happens each day?
We met early in the morning and I was very tired. But here is the view out of my hotel window. I watched trash collectors pick up their haul like they used to in the 70s. Hanging off the back of the truck and one was smoking a cigarette. A lot of people smoke here it is amazing
We took a group picture on the other side of the hotel room
From left to right we have John and Christie a sweet couple from Pennsylvania. They said yesterday’s ride reminded them of a carnival ride called the Wild Mouse which goes very high and twirls down and around. I am trying desperately to get Christie to swear but she is having none of it. Next to them are Eric and Diane from Minnesota That have invited us there in January to experience a thing called turkey bowling. Apparently frozen turkeys are tossed about…only in Minnesota. I would be happy to visit but I will forgo the turkey bowling. Behind them is Sydney from Brazil. He is rather quiet. At one point Diane invited all of us to stay with him in Brazil. He said he lived in a studio apartment. No one believes him. We think he has a mansion and just doesn’t want anything to do with us. Then of course there is me and Rick, with the infantile rabbit ear trick, and Laura. We have 3 way communication devices so are chattering about inane things all day. Sometimes we go out of range and I hear snippets of conversations. These random comments provide hours of entertainment. Rick tries to use accents but they all sound the same. At one point I heard him Ask randomly “Do you want to marry your sister or your other sister?” In a horrid Swedish accent. At other times he is quoting lines from movies like Gone With the Wind or Young Frankenstein or Ghost Busters and something about a Marshmallow man. Next to us is Bjorn who is eternally optimistic and nothing seems to bother him. Though we have decided we need a Bjorn to English dictionary as he has a tendency to under or over estimate things in his quest to be eternally optimistic. Last is Angela. She is from Germany and scares us all a little. An excellent rider who would not hesitate to rip off my arm and beat me to death with it if I stepped out of line. So I am always at odds with wanting to irritate her or simply fall in line.
The day started out with a beautiful sunny road
We were riding though multiple passes but first we went to a cheese factory Do you know that there are no bugs to be found when riding these roads. In the USA we would have been over run. Well the reason is because they all reside at the cheese factory. This factory has been family owned for generations and the pics below show the son making cheese which is not a simplistic process.
We left there and headed for my favorite ride thus far especially the Furka Pass. This lake was an amazing shade of blue
You can see some of the roads we traversed to get to the top of this mountain
At the top we had a bit of fun and bought lots of overpriced trinkets.
These were the roads back down the mountain. Much easier than going up and so much fun (except for the buses which seemed to be out to get us)
At the bottom another sweet little town appeared
On our way to Zermatt we caught sight of the Matterhorn.
Zermatt is a small town where no cars are allowed so you have to take a shuttle bus to the hotel. We had to leave our bikes in a smaller town called Tasch.
Tomorrow we are off to Lugano in the southeastern part of Switzerland. So close to Italy I can feel it. I say Ciao to people and they think I speak fluent Italian. Ha ha. I know enough Italian to be dangerous.
Random photobomb pic while we picknicked