Ride to Geneva and back

After a rainy day around the lake, thoughts of an out and back touristy trip sounded inviting so Taz and I ventured to Geneva and back. Yes, Taz was back on the bike. The weather was decent, ie some sun but mostly cloudy with some drizzles, but just little ones. So we followed the "1" path which essentially has you going off the main road onto these little side streets and walkways, through little villages and basically criss-crossing the main road. Obviously scenic, but less efficient!

Once in Geneva, we had two goals: one to visit the spout, and two to get some food after 2.5 hours of tempo riding. So there on the right is moi in front of zee pissing fountain

And being quick tourists, Dan so nicely clicked a couple of additional pictures of the environs.
I think being a big city, it still had the European flavor, but the quaintness we've found in so many other towns wasn't here.



So, off we were in quest of some food. Well, at 2pm the only things open were "patisseries" so we bought a loaf of yummy corn bread and some jam and that was lunch! Next on the agenda, was a nice tempo ride home along the main road that follows the lake which would take us 2 hours.

And just as we embarked on our journey home, we had our first casualty. Taz, our amazing "I can ride and click" photography, clicked one last shot of moi as I faced homeward, and didn't see a sidewalk lip in front of him. So, "WAAMP", down he went along with our camera. :( We got the pictures out, but our camera is currently in a coma. I will be visiting a camera doctor tomorrow to see if we need to put it to rest or not... Stay tuned...

As for Taz, he was mumbling something about "smelling the blood of his wounds" on the ride home, but when we got home, he only had some redness on his hip. So, are our clothing layers protecting us or is Taz becoming Tazinne?