Grindlewald to Todtmoos - 166 miles - 11 th July. We had slept the sleep of contented men in the mountains, and woke up to a clear days sky reasonably early, and went down to breakfast which was just about right to set us fair for the day. I really think the Continental type breakfast of many small things of many types is superior to the Great British Fry Up, at least if you are riding a few miles. It doesn’t sit like a lead gumboot (welly for you British folk!) in yer guts. I have to say it was a wrench to leave Grindlewald; I could have soaked up the atmosphere forever, but our wallets could only stand so much of Swiss hospitality! There was a section of riding between the mountains which was great but eventually we managed to get tangled up in more and more urban riding which was not all that much fun.The low point was getting onto a Swiss motorway, when we did not posses the requisite carnet to ride on them. The fines are horrific. We did what we had to do, which was get...
