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| I do wish he wouldn't do this! While I am concentrating in the tunnels, Charlie is steering with one hand and is taking photos with the other. |
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| No, this doesn't look remotely like it did when we lost Charlie. It's the same junction but in benign weather. |
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| This is the landslide that swept away the road in the Dolomites. Were there trees to hold back the mud originally? |
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| God's own country. Trouble is, I can't remember where it was! Think Austria/Italy and you won't be far wrong. |
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| Dad riding off into Shangi-la... |
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| Great composition! Almost certainly Switzerland. |
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| Just before we hit the Oberalp Pass we were up there in the summer snowfields. In the distance you can see a glacier. In Andermatt, they are literally wrapping up part of their glaciers during the summer in order to slow their rate of melt. |
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| Who needs the Grand Canyon when you've got this stuff? |
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| A pretty bike picture. Isn't Instagram clever? |
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| This is Charlie's half-Russian cousin, Katia, who showed remarkably good taste when choosing which bike to pose on.... |
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| Completely out of order, this is one of the many dragons that we saw in Metz, on the way through Germany. Not really sure what they meant... |
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| And last, but not least, a giant caterpillar! As I hurtled down a long series of hairpin bends in, was it?, the Hautes Alpes I suddenly saw Charlie standing in the road. 'Oh thank heavens, ' I said to myself, 'He's obviously come off his bike again but is ok.' As I turned the corner slowly, expecting to see a badly damaged Yamaha, Charlie was pointing to a blob on the road, indicating that I should steer clear. It was this caterpillar that, somehow, he had managed to spot, avoid, dismount, photograph and flag me down before I even turned up - I was that far behind him! |
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