The Worlds that wasn’t
The road breaks free from the shackles of the town and offers dizzying views down the Rhone Valley
The hotel breakfast buffet fills me with a mixture of horror and disbelief. Anyone might have coughed over those croissants.
During my eight-hour trip to Valais in Switzerland, it had been mandatory to wear a mask on planes, trains and buses, but it seems that Swiss hotels, apart from an economy-size cannister of hand sanitiser at the entrance, are cheerfully unregulated.
By the time I’ve drained the last of my café au lait with one vigilant eye on the uncovered pain au chocolat, it has been a stressful 20 minutes. Today’s ride up some steep mountains will be a piece of cake by comparison.
Size isn’t everything
I’m here to ride part of the route of the men’s 2020 Road Race World Championships that was scheduled to take place in September (a few weeks after returning home the event was cancelled because of coronavirus). I say ‘part of’ because the
