Alan invites me to join him for a weekend in Lugano (Switzerland). I free up my otherwise free schedule to make the trip. Then I wonder how to make getting there more of an adventure than just taking an 18 hour bus journey. Naturally my mind wanders to my two-wheeled friend, aching to burn some rubber on those alpine slopes. Two questions spring immediately forth following this initial wave of bike fervor: just how intense are those Alps and will the weather be prohibitive at the end of September?
My faithful sidekicks (Windguru and Maps.me) are consulted and inform me that the weather should be ok for the week and that the highest pass is 2100m. If I am suitably equipped and don't exceed 80km average a day, then it looks like I'm golden.
Checking for accommodation to make sure that I have something to look forward to reach evening, I find that I'll only have to spend one night under the stars.
To cut out the less interesting part of the journey (but who ever really knows?), I buy a bus ticket to the south of Germany and decide to start from there.
After an 11 hour bus journey, I arrive in Memmingen and introduce myself to Ramona, my couchsurfing host. She is a serial hostess and expected four couchsurfers at her place this Saturday evening. All this in spite of having a young child for which to care... the CS spirit is very alive in Ramona. After dropping her daughter off to her parents, she begins intensely interested in what makes a "Jager-bomb" and also showing us all a great night out. We drag ourselves out of the nightclub about 2am - the perfect preparation for the next day's cycle to Bodensee.
My faithful sidekicks (Windguru and Maps.me) are consulted and inform me that the weather should be ok for the week and that the highest pass is 2100m. If I am suitably equipped and don't exceed 80km average a day, then it looks like I'm golden.
Checking for accommodation to make sure that I have something to look forward to reach evening, I find that I'll only have to spend one night under the stars.
To cut out the less interesting part of the journey (but who ever really knows?), I buy a bus ticket to the south of Germany and decide to start from there.
After an 11 hour bus journey, I arrive in Memmingen and introduce myself to Ramona, my couchsurfing host. She is a serial hostess and expected four couchsurfers at her place this Saturday evening. All this in spite of having a young child for which to care... the CS spirit is very alive in Ramona. After dropping her daughter off to her parents, she begins intensely interested in what makes a "Jager-bomb" and also showing us all a great night out. We drag ourselves out of the nightclub about 2am - the perfect preparation for the next day's cycle to Bodensee.
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