Arriving exhausted at hotel, 11 hours after setting out that morning.
Face like an exploding watermelon. Sitting with two Americans on our group. There are 10 of them in total. Nice folk.
Martin tops first. No surprises to me but a couple of the young guys in our group were a bit surprised I suspect.
Needed to cool off. Mountain water in a public fountain. Perfection.
Nice bike decorations!
Looking down on Lake Annecy. First we were down there, then we were up here
On the way up
Carbo loading - French style
The mountains are big in the French Alps, the scenery is manicured and pretty, almost too pretty to be in the mountains. Sort of not 'rugged' enough. They're feminine mountains. The Pyrenees are masculine mountains. But more importantly they can be cycled around in summer, which it is right now. HOT summer. Scorching life sucking backing sun. Fine if you're around the pool, dire if you're carrying a hefty pastry filled belly up endless steep kilometres. There aren't many women riding up these legendary passes. And none of the few seen are anything like my size. They probably don't eat pastries....
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