Have been meaning to do a write up about my recent trip to see my number two son Chris aka Crippy Pastrami whose a snowboarding dude amongst other things who lives in chamonix but never got round to it, but with a wet Sunday on, well here goes...............
Got the green light from Lorna for a two week jaunt so got the 'baron' loaded up, booked a seat only on the Rosslare ferry at a reduced rate and headed south. Before boarding, bought a cooked chicken and a few large Heiniken beers to keep me company. Once on board, went to reception and got a bed for 20 euros. I ended up sharing a 4 berth cabin with Jermery who was a french biker who had just done a lap of ireland and was heading home. I shared some chicken and beer with him and we had some craic. He couldn't understand the term 'pishing down' as in weather but we got on handsomely.
On arrival at Cherbourg I decided to bomb down to Limoges as I had booked into Moto Breaks. The first 100 or so miles on the auto route then the remainder on back roads. Fanastic weather and scenery. Got down to MotoBreaks at about 6ish and was greeted by Chris and wined and dined like royality. Chris and paddy have some operation going down here and I couldn't recommend them highly enough. It didn't break the bank. will definately be calling back in the future...
the dining room..
the 'baron' and me heading off from Moto Breaks....
Left Moto Breaks and headed to Oradour Sur Glane which is just down the road. Arrived early in the morning, must have been the first as I had the place to myself for a hour or so. The staff will lock away your kit free of charge so you're not lumbered with helmets etc. Took a few pics and it's a fairly daunting place with a sombre history. let's hope there's never a repeat.
the entrance to the village...
a few pics of the village...........
Left Oradour and headed east to see Crippy. I plotted the route to chamonix by the back roads with the intention of camping along the road but with having just visited Oradour I just wanted to see Crippy asap, so gritted my buttocks and saw number two son at 7.20 pm that evening having passed by beautiful scenery.
Dinner beckons more to follow.
. anyhow, got out of my gear, washed up and hit the bright lights of Andermatt. feeling a tad thirsty I saw this sort of shop that sold beer and food, and round the corner a seating area with tables. Look good to me and within my budget. Spoke to the owner and she understood that I wanted a big beer. When I saw the beer, I thought, yep thats big so I'll have another to keep it company. Everything was going smoothly until i asked for some food. No food, they where closing. Hmmmm, time for plan B. I explained to her that I was a lost soul from Ireland and I hadn't eaten for days. She liked the craic and told me to go outside to the tables and she would bring some grub out. Went outside clutching my two big beers and who should be there but the 4 german dudes...
