We finally got our bikes out of the our basement bomb shelter and went for a ride. The weather had been so nice, how could we not? Actually, we got them out a while ago, but I didn’t bring my camera along on that ride. This time, I was a little wiser.
The good news is that we went for a bike ride, made it back in once piece and successfully investigated beaches for the summer. The bad news is that (a) Geneva isn’t flat, (b) we didn’t look take the weather into account, and (c) we didn’t bring our passports so we couldn’t go across into France.
Traffic wasn’t a problem. I wish we could say the same for the hills. Living in Eaux-Vives, there is nowhere to go but up… literally. Switzerland isn’t flat and we can’t bike more than a kilometer without heading up a big hill (or two). A couple of years ago, we biked from Lisbon to Sagres and Sagres to Spain (with A2Z Adventures on a fantastic trip). Portugal isn’t flat either. Heading uphill on a bike on a sunny day, he had flashbacks.
The morning of our ride, I took our visitors to the airport on the tram and squeezed in a quick 7 miles by running home. After breakfast, we decided to go for a bike ride. From our window, we couldn’t tell how windy it was. Heading up the lakeside to Hermance, we had a tailwind and didn’t really notice the wind’s strength. Even when we reached Hermance, and saw a kite surfer, we didn’t think about biking back in the wind.
We checked out the Hermance‘s beach, did a tour of the cute town, and rode on to the border. Unfortunately, we couldn’t go into France because we forgot to bring our passports. Ooops.
We rode back toward Geneva, straight into a headwind…the entire way. Even though we wanted to see more aggrestic splendor, I was pooped. How did I not notice the wind? There were signs. Flags, sailing competitions, kite surfing… How could I have been so blind. By the time we hit Geneva, my legs were burning and I was hungry enough to eat the back end out of a dead rhino. After we put our bikes away, we ate an insane amount of chocolate, collapsed on the couch and watched Top Gear.
Despite our unpreparedness, it was a great ride. We saw here were amazing views of Lac Leman (Lake Geneva), the Alps and Mont Blanc. Switzerland is very cycle-friendly and we saw tons of other bikers. Cars were considerate and seemed used to cyclists. Unlike cycling in North and South Carolina, we weren’t honked at a single time! Indiscriminate honking is frowned upon here as it may disturb others, definitely a cultural difference.
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