Bluebird Day
Today started bad. I was just falling asleep when my noisy french neighbors came smashing through their room next to me at around 3:am. This wouldn”t be so bad but the bed I was sleeping on was leaving spring marks my skin. This is AFTER I took the bath towels & put them under my sheets. So to get back at my new friends nextdoor I fired up my laptop put on my headphones opened up SuperTroopers (on repeat) & tuned the television to some German Top 10 POP show & cranked the effer” UP to speaker blowing levels! That”s where stayed until I woke up this morning around 10.
I actually woke up pretty good mood. So I”m getting everything together (checking out today) & I unplug my laptop charger from the wall & get nice JOLT that momentarily locked my elbow. Then I immediately bang my knee into the weird shaped desk. It”s bruise now. So that was this morning. A good start…
I decided to drive to Switzerland this morning. Which I did. I even got my passport stamped so the Germans won”t have fit with my September 20th entry should they decide to pull me over again. Then I decided it”d be fun to drive to Italy. So I did. In just about an hour driving I made from Switzerland into France & then from France into Italy. Rad. It cost me 38.10 Euro to take the Mont Blanc tunnel. The tunnel starts right outside Chamonix (France) & spits out Courmayeur Italy.
Before the tunnel entrance on the French side is monument memory the 39 people that died on March 24 1999. Pierlucio “Spadino” Tinazzi an Italian tunnel worker rescued 10 people using his motorcycle before he himself died the fire. That”s hero. If you ever need to explain “hero” to somebody think Spadino. He rode through black smoke that even the firefighters didn”t make through with their trucks… “Spadino” rode directly toward fire that generated 1000+* heat on motorcycle to rescue people he didn”t even know… This picture is his motorcycle. He was incinerated about 20m from this spot. The heat was so intense the frame the bike melted into the road surface. The fire was so devastating that took YEARS repair & upgrades before they reopened the tunnel.
So after quick & uneventful trip through the tunnel I was Italy. I feel more comfortable Italy because I can more or less understand what people are saying. I can pronounce the words & general just prefer the language over French. So I was feeling cocky. My little diesel needs new tires & an adjustment the rear brakes. I found switchback road that started from the valley floor & rose up some 2000 or so meters. When I reached the top the view was impressive. And yes I took pictures. My favorite is one I found near the top the road small I dunno village. I call “Head On A Platter“!