02 November 2001 - Frost bite
Today we were to take the long trek over the alps fron Nice up to Annecy, in the foothills of the French alps. Determined to have at least one opportunity on this holiday to drive on a twisty road, Dan insisted on taking the first leg of the journey, only to find that his head wasn't quite ready at such an early hour in the morning! Fortunately the twisty roads went on for ever, and by the time the driver switch was required, Dan was still able to have some fun!

The Alps are more than amazing, unless you actually see them for yourself, there really isn't enough time for us to describe them to you in enough detail that would do the region justice. They are vast and so impressive, not to mention damn cold!

Arriving at our destination while it was still light (thanks to Ian for the advice on the best route to take over the alps - those years of ragging sports cars across europe havn't been totally wasted!), we took the opportunity to get in a few hours kip...

Our hotel in Annecy was located next to the station, right in the middle of a seriously dodgy council estate - would our car live to see the morning....? A short walk to the hotel, and our first thought was should we take it easy tonight?

Naaaaah....no way, we're on holiday.

After nearly 10 days of maxing it out in any type of bar that would let us in, we thought it was about time we calmed things down a little.
No way! After Alex spent some time tarting himself up, and dan applied his first deodorant of the holiday, we hit the town determined to paint it in a glorious red.

Annecy is a truly beautiful place, and we headed down to the old town by the riverside which was littered with quaint locks and viaducts to find ourself a pleasant place to eat. We found a small restaurant, but were slightly unnervered by the incredibly strong smell of parmesan, which was strangely similar to the smell of Al's socks after a day in a Mini! Fortunately our initial fears were allayed when we were rewarded with one of the best meals we'd ever eaten.

Returning to the hotel, we were already quite paralytic aftern lashings of fine french wine. Of course, we continued the night propping up the bar with our fellow jobbers, and we can't remember much more other than the time was about 2.00am before we hit the hay....!

More soon.....

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