The Simplon Pass leads to Varzo
In which a man cycles up a big hill and feels a bit confused. He then cycles down the other side of the hill, only to become even more confused.
The top of the Simplon Pass was a strange place. I think it might be partially because it was my first alpine pass. It was always going to feel a bit special. It might also have been because they were doing roadworks. One of the signallers directed me to push my bike on the narrow pavement of a tunnel, which I did for a couple of kilometres. Then I whacked my ankle with my pedal and I made a very loud noise with my mouth.
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