So we (and perhaps more importantly our bikes) survived the trip to Geneva and were met by our contact - Bruno. A short ride later we were across the border in Neyden, France, a suburb of Geneva. We settled into our somewhat bizarre little hotel - a minimalistic, but turns out, very pleasant place that happens to be attached to a large water park and mall - and shortly after met 2 fellow riders from the Montreal area. It was as if Paul and I had suddenly regained our hearing and speech! We could again communicate without hand signals (typical Americans) and set out to explore the city. After a delicious meal and solid sleep we sit gorging on fresh baguettes and pain au chocolat preparing to reassemble the bikes for a "wake up the legs" spin. Tomorrow, the suffering shall begin...
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