So close to heaven!

Awakened by a woodpecker, the unworthy traveler scratched his backside, smelled his motorcycle socks (yes, they last longer than other socks!), and squeezed his battered but kilometer-hardened apple bottom into his moped pants (he has no others).

...and then it hit him like scales falling from his hair:

Today is the day! Another highlight of his unworthy journey is within Berta's reach!

Col de la Bonette is in the house!

After all, one of the highest Alpine passes, just a few days ago it shook off its snow and was ready to passionately surrender to my Berta!

...and the BOSAMO had to bring its indescribably dramatic scent to the highest heights, so that on the furthest peaks, the female chamois, seduced by the wonderful smell of a buck, would go into heat and revel in tender love on the hard, rugged rocks.

The bucks appreciate it!

The marmots, on the other hand, were rather ungrateful for the presence of the unnecessary traveler, as I seemed more likely to feast on small rodents for breakfast, and so the little furry creatures hopped quickly out of my lens range.

Except for the Wiener sausage!

At least once, the Gaijin will return, because the Route des Grandes Alpes is now on his bucket list.

...and then there was a subtle obstacle in Berta's path: Verdon Gorge

Indescribable! Rafting here must be amazing!

But even on Berta, my loose mouth got caught in the spokes...

Yeaahh, and then there was something a moped rider doesn't like to talk about!

But since the unworthy one no longer has it, everything is already irrelevant, and because his pride has long been decaying in the corner:

TODAY THREE CYCLISTS RACED ME DOWN THE MOUNTAIN!

P.S.: You can also burn my mistakes!