Good evening Mon canard.
Day seventeen – It stopped raining in Leogang, and of course it’s the day I’m departing. I spent the day driving from Leogang to Geneva, and it rained on me the entire way, 10 hours.
I don’t want to get ahead of myself just yet.
While in Leogang, I stayed in the same hotel I had those issues with earlier in my trip. I will leave this hotel unnamed for the sake of self-preservation. I had been in contact with the manager, and he helped me out on the cost of my stay and offset my food costs, so I decided to give them another shot. They were expecting me, and there must have been an astrix next to my name, because they were treating me like I was a bull in a china shop. That’s fine; I don’t understand anything they were saying, anyways. For the most part, the stay was pretty sound. They would not let me keep my bike in my room anymore, but they had a “secure” room to keep it in. I found it one morning spun 180 degrees to how I left it, so it led me to believe that this room wasn’t as secure as they previously stated. It didn’t get stolen, so I presume that’s fine.
One thing, and I know it’s no fault of the hotel. But as you know, we had our own “reserved” table for all our meals. Half way through my stay, a new family was seated at the table next to mine. A younger couple, with three kids. These people were the most unfit parents I had ever seen in my life. Their kids ran amuck every meal, disturbing everyone in the vicinity. But mostly, me. These kids were climbing all over my table, stealing my bread, poking at me and my food, one kid stole my bottle of water. Unfortunately every time I said something, they didn’t understand. Big surprised. I brought it to the attention of their father, who mumbled something in German, and continued his meal. They are lucky to not be planning three wakes right now, while I’m laughing all the way to ADX in Florence, Colorado. Odds are, if you’re a kid, I hate you. Through the associative property, if you’re a parent, I hate you too.
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Day eighteen – Geneva is pretty great. Lake Geneva is beautiful.
I’m obsessed with the Turkish kebab sandwiches.
And then, of course my phone dies, and I encounter the most glorious thing I’ve ever seen. I was walking around looking for a cab, and I see this. Try and picture it, because it brought a tear to my eye, then put me in a fit of rage.
In a line, a Bentley Continental GT, a Maybach 62, and an Aston Martin V12 Vantage.
That’s all there is to say. I took off sprinting.
Now, I’m back in the hotel, mini-ballin’.
Tonya lands first thing tomorrow, then Tuesday we are heading to Paris. The cycling content is going to decline for about a week, and will hopefully pick up before I head back to the states. There will be plenty of food and scenery photos; you can always count on me for that.
This is a true story. Words have been changed to reflect the forgetfulness of the author
ThePriceSeliger – OUT!