Inchy's Alpine Adventure: Epilogue

It's strange, on every other holiday I've been on I've always been glad to get home. I've always reached a point where I've thought "okay, had a good time, now lets just go", but as our minibus started the slow meander from the hotel I found myself accutely envious of the guys we passed who were making their way with their bikes up to the cable cars. That's a new experience for me.

I now fully realise just how lucky I am, not just that I've had one of the best and most memorable times in my life, but after speaking to James, an english chap staying in our hotel, I also realise just how much better things are when you have friends who enjoy the same things.
This poor guy had to drive 8 hours from Surrey just to meet up with a friend who is into mountain bikes as much as he is, whereas I know that on any given weekend I can simply pick up the phone and have at least 6 possible names to pick from.

Having said all that, I can't be arsed even taking the bike out of it's bag right now, let alone ride the bugger . . . .


. . . . but I really wouldn't mind one more run down Les Gets!