One month has passed by like a blink of an eye. I was basically sickish all the time, it’s getting better the last days but I struggled with a cold, with something colder and with more cold. Ever since I returned from my hike through the Alps I haven’t done any sports activity, and even worse: I didn’t even feel like going for one. Now that my solid health seems to be returning again, and the house moving being basically done except for some final steps to finish kitchen and the last wardrobe, I will hopefully be able to return on (the) track.

All Systems Fail.

My thirteenth hiking trip with dad trough the Alps is ongoing. The Karwendelgebirge is on the menu this year. A perfect opportunity to take deep breaths and to recover from an insanely packed September. Which is what I am doing right here, right now.

My Tour de France is done and over. I rushed through the last three stages. Beautiful, just beautiful. My legs are still screaming, but this only reminds me of those precious memories.

Friday thirteenth. Dad’s birthday. The apartment at 27 rue Jacquart is ours. And I’m on the train to Annecy, to finish off my Tour de France project. With little sleep, thanks to early Effi, and warmer clothes than ever (it‘s never been this late during my decade long three-day cycling sessions). I fixed the tour only last week, and due to early automn-ness plus severe busy-ness it’s been the last possible moment anyway to get this done. Three rather standard stages of some 200+ kilometers each with not too much vertical meters. The only unknown is the weather, although the forecast is rather encouraging. Started in 2015, I am very excited to close my loop through France within a decade (it’s year ten, with three years where I couldn’t make it: 2017, 2019, 2020).