Alps - Day 7 : The first mountain pass
In the morning the sun was shining. We packed our stuff and went to pay for the campsite. It was 37,50, which was the most we ever had to pay for a one night stay, the previous record being 27,50. Something on the receipt said "4 nights" so we thought we had payed for 4 nights. I went back to tell the owner, he got very grumpy and could just bring himself to say that it meant that if you stayed less than 4 nights you had to pay 2 euros extra. That was really odd. So Alps campsite in Nenzing is now included in our campsite blacklist.
As soon as we left a climb started, it was the first pass of the vacation. In France most climbs are called cols and in Switzerland and Austria passes. Here we again saw other people on cycling vacation. We also had to ask for directions again, the lady we asked was very nice and walked with us to explain it better. While climbing we passed through a tunnel, which I found the least enjoyable part about cycling in the Alps. We cycled over an elevated footpad half a meter wide, it was cold and smelled like exhaust gasses.
The sun was still shining. We passed two cycling-vacation-people who carried 4 panniers each and were sweating like crazy. The pass was 1800 meters high, unfortunately it did not have a sign on top. That was always nice during the 100 cols tour, there was always a sign on top to mark our accomplishment. Instead we now took a picture of the view and the bar at the top.
The views in the Alps were usually nicest halfway up the mountain.
The Arlbergpass, the first of this vacation
After the pass we started a nice descent. We bought food at a Lidl. While climbing my little toe had started to hurt. I cut a part out of my inner sole, hoping it would get better. If it would get worse I would have a problem for the next three weeks. Luckily it helped. The rest of the day we cycled over a nice cycling path along a river. We passed from Switzerland into Austria. The sun was out for the second day in a row.
The azure blue river we followed the entire day.
Suddenly the bicycle path ended and we needed to find another road. We passed back into Switzerland, where there were customs officers but we weren't stopped. It was about 7 o'clock when we realized it was Saturday. This meant that it would be Sunday tomorrow, which in turn meant that we wouldn't be able to buy food. We only passed through one more town, where everything was closed. We stopped at a campsite that was 'only' 25 euros. The bathrooms were horrible. You could also eat there, but only defrosted pizzas. They were 10 euros a piece, but we didn't want to starve.
The tent area looked out over the village with a cold mountain wind blowing. I already knew it would be too cold at night to sleep properly. Suddenly, people also started playing live music in the village. It wasn't Slager-music, more like classic sing-alongs.
Distance cycled : 157 km