After spending two days on Lake Maggiore in Italy I headed off early to make it to Davos by 4pm for my garden induction. 10 km up the road is the border crossing into Switzerland. I had my passport ready, all the bike papers, rego and insurance, knew there was some kind of road tax I needed to purchase and goodness knows what else they would want.
I bought the pass, he put the sticker on my bike and away I went. Wow, that was easy.
So now somewhere for breakfast and maybe refuel too. I found a lovely little bar/cafe in a small village. Oops, I don't know what language they are speaking so I use the only international language i know of signing and body language. I sit outside listening to Hotel California, doesn't anybody in Europe play anything else? And along comes my chocolate, croissant, butter and jam. All made in Switzerland and then once the music is turned down I look across the field and can hear the goats with their tinkling bells.
Then it got really funny. There were two old blokes sitting in the corner, one got up to leave and I noticed he had a stuffed toy hanging in a bag in the front of his three wheeler. I raced out with Harri, perfect photo op! His stuffed toy was animated and would repeat what ever you said. It really was funny and if you ever see one in a toy shop, my birthday is in April❣️❣️
As I'm heading north into the incredible mountains of Switzerland wondering how on earth do they make roads to go over these mountains, I come across a gorgeous little village called Zillis. Well that's close enough to my long time sanity-saver best friend and snorkelling buddy, Margot's surname -Zilles, I think what better place to have lunch. Lots of history centred around the church here and I'm sure MArgot has ancestors from here.
Then I realise they make tunnels to get you through these mountains, but I did find the amazing San Bernadino Pass and along with lots of other motorcyclists and a few very well muscled cyclists up and over I went. Check out this road.
Riding down the other side was not quite as spectacular but I still needed to stop and take it all in. I rode across a field to have a look at these huts that dot the hillsides.
Than as I get closer to Davos I look up and there half way up the mountain is my hotel and home for the next three weeks.
I knew to go to the funicular ticket office in town and collect my ticket. Once I mentioned my name the fellow said, oh some mail came for you today and presented me with a letter from my dear pal, Johnny. He sent me a packet of photos of his menagerie. Lovely gesture.
Can you believe it? All that happened in one day. And some people think I'm resting!! Haha. ❣️❣️❣️