Today’s spin down from Oberalppass was delightful – downhill! After negotiating half a dozen hairpin bends, it was down, down, down – and don’t bother with the brakes. Which meant 60+ kph for decent stretches.

With the odd tunnel thrown in for good measure.

Lunch was the cyclist’s best friend – pasta. But with a cheeky twist. The waiter did not understand English (this was Romansch territory – home to Switzerland’s 4th official language). And when it came to paying the bill (CHF 26) I asked if I could make it 30. Somehow, Mr Waiter translated that to CHF40.

Paying by phone these days, it’s just to easy to present and Ping! – without checking the detail. As I got to my bike, my bank texted me to say 40 had been charged – Mr Waiter feigned innocence as he refunded the difference. Cheeky bugger!