Long day today, 8AM start, on air for the entire race. The hours at work are lengthening. The hours of sleep at night are dwindling.
Someone pointed out to me, and it wasn’t until they mentioned did I notice...but where are ze Germans? The compound is not as crammed, because their 500 trucks aren’t here. Well, I exaggerate. But seriously, there’s room to walk around now. Stupid Germans...
Nice short drive (relatively) over to La Clusaz tonight. A couple of switchbacks, but it was mostly valley driving through the mountains, which created some fantastic scenics.
Again I had to abandon ship for dinner tonight, the reason being two-fold. First, I wanted to eat with another group of people, rather than the same ones I’ve been seeing all Tour long. Second, I wanted to give Joel & Maria their space, so they could have their quick bite to eat and off to bed. They really do a lot of work, and once the day over, it’s not really over for them, unlike the rest of us.
We found ourselves slightly off the beaten path at an Italian restaurant, called Che Augusto. The food was really quite excellent, and the service was better than average. (Average = 1.5 hours to deliver your meal.) Unfortunately, the crew I was with couldn’t keep their eyes open either; so on the way back to the hotel, I thankfully found Novak, Matt, and Ian taking in some vino at another restaurant, if only to extend the party a little bit longer.
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