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Setting off on the first day
Driving up for our second night at 2300m to be greeted by snow flurries as we set camp, which came to us an an utter surprise as it was august. The scenery was unlike anything I had seen and my excitement led to full memory cards in just one evening. Brilliant place!
The morning after having slept in sub-freezing conditions. Frozen dew, soggy clothing & some rather special photos...
Back on track towards Europe's highest road at a daunting 2807m. We were all quite thrilled that the 1996 Peugot 308 (with 264.000km of usage) survived the climb with help of some rather unorthodox engine-cooling methods. The car retaliated often, sending plumes of brakepad dust & engine fumes into our open windows. Close to asphyxiation, we survived to experience thin air, mountain ranges to the horizons, capped distantly with eternal snows and hot-headed Italian on overly amplified motorbikes lacking the intelligence required to calculate that they might have a greatly shortened life expectancy when passing on blind corners.
Abandoned village with some tastefull grafittis.
When asked what height they were jumping from, a figure was submitted, but as we went from jumper to jumper, the figures rose. We were told that they were plunging anywhere from 7 to 18 meters. Since we were not taking part, we could unbiasedly say that the cliff was, indeed, only about
5 meters high.
Last day spent in Italy.
We jacked some bikes for the picture to boost our ego's. In all honesty, they cost more that our car, all the equipment inside, and the value of our kidneys combined.
Very nice bikes.
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