It was a surprisingly good flight to Geneva this morning, mostly because I was too busy worrying about my precious bike banging about in the hold of the plane to experience my normal in-flight jitters.
We're barely out of the terminal and already I'm impressed, Geneva is a beautiful city.
We arrive in the mountain town of Morzine, busy basking in 35 degree heat. There are bikes everywhere, mostly covered in thick mud and all a lot more heavy duty than ours. I suppose tomorrow will be interesting.
As I type this, we're having 'a few beers' and picking our trails for tomorrow.
The night is still young.
Toodle pip.
1 comment:
The colour is green. The phrase is: with envy.
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