DAY THREE - YOU SHOULD PEE IN FRANCE

SWITZERLAND HAS FOUR OFFICIAL languages, not counting English or the million others we're all speaking and thinking in. Everyone is friendly, and...

... we're all doing our best.

A warm and kind soul exits the bakery.

Looks at me,
and says...

.... You should be in France.

Crud, did he see me watering that bush outside ot Grindelwald?

I should pee in France?

Yes,

It is a great time to pee in France.

Time for sign language,
I hold my hands in front of me...

... Pee in France?

No, no, no... pee in France, bike race.

We both have a giant laugh over that.

Which was real nice.

I needed that.

A few miles back I'd done the fall of shame,
managing to get to close to a 2" curb...

... tumbling on the concrete and startling the kind lady at the fruit stand.

I was worried for her.

Checked my bike,
rims scuffed, 
that's all.

Oh, and my butt cheek hurts, 
like a mule kicked me.

Knee is bleeding,
the cool kind.

Lots of red,
no damage.

Aint nothin gonna stop this amazing day.

We fueled at another outstanding bakery

The climb over Gross Scheidegg was stunning, and the descent a real  screamer

Another fuel stop

Susten Pass was another monster climb,
lots of tunnels.

One with a waterfall going over the tunnel.

It was on this long climb that I realized while I'd dodged a bullet with the fall,
somehow I"d damaged my ankle.

It started to get real stiff,
and swollen.

Lots of...

• Advil
• Tylenol
• And prayers

... I should be good to go in the morning.

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