Just before leaving Lisa’s flat to go back to Switzerland, Adi and I debated from the comfy sofa which route we would take. Switzerland has many well signposted national cycle routes and we have a guidebook of all of them and their different sections. We’d already cycled route 5 to Austria and a small amount of route 2. These were pleasant and easy enough, but we wanted a more dynamic route back, going through some of the finest parts of Switzerland.
Originally we wanted to visit the Italian part which, we read, would have included some almighty mountain climbs, equalled by spectacular views. Unfortunately (or fortunately) we found out the mountain pass San Bernardino, was closed for the winter. Our choice was then narrowed down to two routes: nice, easy, lake route or thigh-busting but beautiful mountain route.
After much deliberating over tea and chocolate, we made our decision.
Yes it would hurt, but how often do you get the opportunity to cycle up mountains?
Sitting amidst a thousand cushions with a hot mug in hand, the choice was an easy one –to labour our way towards the best alpine views Switzerland has to offer…
Three in one
It was hard to leave Lisa’s flat, but we knew we had to go. The days weren’t getting any warmer, money wasn’t multiplying itself and muscle was not spontaneously replacing fat. We said goodbye and cycled the path to Liechtenstein. We realised that Adi’s bike computer had randomly reset itself, so were no longer able to record our day to day mileage, which was a shame.
We went past the very old church St Michaels (1442), and peeked into a stone enclosure to find piles of skulls and bones.Shortly after, we crossed the border from Liechtenstein to Switzerland. We’d been to three countries in one day!
We knew we were in Switzerland again when the prices suddenly rocketed upon buying a few simple items in a petrol station in Graubünden. It was good to be reunited with Swiss Züpfe again though.
For the first time we tried out our new speakers. We connected them to my mp3 player and strapped them to the front of Adi’s bike. It worked like a charm and we cruised down the cycle path with the sunshine, mountains in the background and our very own music system.We stopped in a forest just as it was getting dark, made a fire, ate the rest of the Züpfe with some fillings we’d bought previously in Feldkirch and camped for the night. ***
We woke up late, but the sun was out by the time we cycled alongside the Rhein. We played music into the afternoon until the speaker battery ran out. We must have not charged it for long enough. Soon, the day grew cold and we ate our lunch standing up to keep warm.
Brrrr, it’s getting cold
We cycled into the night, looking for forests either side of the road. We found some relatively flat ground, so made a huge fire, drank mulled wine and talked about travelling and how we were lucky that we weren’t very “successful”, because otherwise we wouldn’t have the freedom to just go off and do stuff when we wanted. Turns out, being a failure just means you get to retire early.
I went to sleep with a mulled brain which sedated me slightly against the noticeable drop in temperature.