My first day in Switzerland went like this . . .


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. 

 The border guard was very excited to meet and Australian motorcyclist!  

The border guard was very excited to meet and Australian motorcyclist!  

I bought the pass, he put the sticker on my bike and away I went. Wow, that was easy.

 The first town I came to hung out a big welcome flag!!  The road tax sticker on left of wind shield. 

The first town I came to hung out a big welcome flag!!  The road tax sticker on left of wind shield. 

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.

 Even the knife is Victorinox     

Even the knife is Victorinox  

 

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❣️❣️

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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. 

 Happy church, in the sunshine.  

Happy church, in the sunshine.  

 Margot's ancestors boot outside my lunch spot.  

Margot's ancestors boot outside my lunch spot.  

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. 

 And this is only part of it.  

And this is only part of it.  

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.  

 

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 This would be a sign for the fresh same day cheese the locals make, that Rolly was telling me about.  

This would be a sign for the fresh same day cheese the locals make, that Rolly was telling me about.  

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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.  

 In town I ride past this truck. Good Ol' Fibonacci. Very timely that I should see this today.  

In town I ride past this truck. Good Ol' Fibonacci. Very timely that I should see this today.  

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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.  

 Home and office!! 

Home and office!! 

 After dinner three of us newbies decided to hike up the mountain, Andreas was planning to camp out and Claudia and I walked up for about an hour until I said my "stair legs" needed a break.  

After dinner three of us newbies decided to hike up the mountain, Andreas was planning to camp out and Claudia and I walked up for about an hour until I said my "stair legs" needed a break.  

 Time to head down the hill and listen to the cow bells tinkling.  

Time to head down the hill and listen to the cow bells tinkling.  

Can you believe it? All that happened in one day. And some people think I'm resting!! Haha. ❣️❣️❣️