Maps and I have made our way as far as Geneva, currently, at the time of writing en route by bus to Megève.
Adrian’s strict weight loss program now includes the contents of his wallet… stung 5 big ones for 10 small kilos (and not the boogie board kind). Thanks Etihad… your stadium was shit-house for football, and your customer service ranks just below the Boronia thirds.
Alas, his enthusiasm for the adventure at hand is undiminished, and we set our sights on the most immediate task… where to find a bit of muffin in this town.
Turns out that the airport cafe was not that place.
Time travels, and it’s nearly a year now since my buddy Adrian, and me, Stuart, agreed to tackle the 2019 edition of the Haute Route Alps. For Adrian, known from this moment as “Maps”, this race is a celebration of his 50th anniversary of being alive.
As for me, (known from this point as easily led astray), I took a minimal amount of convincing that 900km in 7 days, with 20,000m of climbing seemed like an eminently sensible thing for middle aged men to try.
So in a combination of coffee, muffins, bravado and complete ignorance, we agreed to enter the race, and so it began….
What is Haute Route?
Well, it’s a Sportif cycling event, a race for those who want to race, but a journey for everyone.
The race features a number of horscatégorie climbs, including famed Tour de France climbs Alpe d’Huez, Col du Madeleine, and Col d’Iozard.
The competition ranges from uber-fit former pros, to complete novices who probably don’t know what emergency life preservation measures await them.