In fact it is reduced to a mere cipher, that Meter über Meer (meters above sea level our altitude), which defines its height, its majestic be impressive.
The protagonist of these lines is the Nufenenpass (Nufenen in Italian).
place so magical it is not easy to describe, especially for a motorcyclist in the DNA.
so I decided that its pomposity should be expressed in a simple and immediate, at least in the title.
First Sunday in October, very uncertain time, but something tells me that I must go in box of Hime, her the usual pat on the tank and leave together.
Transfer to reach Airolo is just boring motorway under a leaden sky.
Jupiter pluvio decided, despite the low clouds, not to open the floodgates of heaven.
least until the exit from the highway ....
I do not believe, as the entrance Bedrettotal a dense fog rain begins to fall and more than 2478 meters to the continuation of the step the road is wet.
Nevertheless the Dunlop Roadsmart do very well the work for which it was designed and 100/110 km / h on the speedometer bland dance with rhythm.
Everything around me is bright and shiny, green meadows, the black ribbon of asphalt, the red roofs of villages Bedretto and water. Ticino here is just a stream, but under the rain of recent days and the first snowfall in a hurry to get to the valley ..
The road climbs ever, the curves become more narrow, the larch forest gives way to low vegetation.
more the percentage increases and more low clouds make the outline of my surroundings blurred, becoming completely indistinguishable if not a few feet in front of me.
What a shame I was hoping for an improvement in the forecast to move north and my hand ...
While amusing touches my thoughts about the weather here is that the magic takes place: the same
feeling when a plane took off with the bad weather passes through the clouds to meet in full sun, so Hime seems to literally break through the thick blanket of clouds for a ribbon of asphalt completely dry.
sure that the sun is still there but small splashes of blue can be glimpsed to the north.
I stop at the first bend valley view ...
what my eyes see is difficult to describe, it seems that the street is engulfed by a swirling mass of milky and hungry.
Weather Nufenen like I missed here on, I had tried almost everything but this leaves me with stucco ..
My pace increases as the roar of Hime, the melody of his aspiration to become angry and grim, as I observe the small trapezoids and digital instrumentation to splash over 10,000 rpm.
In less than no time we're on top, the cartel is already a memory and my only companions are two bikes without the shelter and The Swiss postal direct to Andermatt, he stopped.
So my descent is pressing, at every turn more and more daring and then back on myths advice when strips of melted snow across the roadway at the point of maximum bending.
The sky is becoming increasingly clear, the blue becomes predominant and the sun finally warms my limbs are cold.
Ulrichen appears to me in the valley bathed in sunshine and in a few minutes of dance between a curve and the other is in the valley in the Valais district Goms.
Here I go .....
To other wonders in Switzerland.
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