First day nerves kept me awake most of the night plus the Swiss penchant for soft pillows! Actually no, not pillows, more like mini donnas for your head. I packed and repacked my panniers for the 12th and 13th times this trip and I was yet to pedal. It was 8.00am by the time I got away ... I had hoped to get away early in case any of the Sunday drivers were actually unemployed, and instead of being back at their desks on this Monday morning, thought they'd have another crack at the F1. As I gained speed down the chicane finding its way down the valley I remembered that I, not known for my mechanical skills, had reassembled the bike out of a cardboard box that had travelled halfway around the world only two days earlier ... and I hadn't yet been for a test ride. Brakes don't fail me now! I quickly pulled back on my trusty (hopefully) steed and began a more sedate pace while listening for creaks or cracks. I was to follow Mike Wells Rhine River Route from his book of the sa...
A blog about my touring bicycle rides - slow and steady - for my future self to read and remember.