The next morning...I woke and ate at the questionable breakfast buffet (i paid for it...might as well eat it foolishness!). Picked up some salmonella. It may have been the soft boiled eggs as I think about it. Luckily with a little bit of warning, I had all day to get ready for the full force and effect.
Oh yeah right!.... when I walked across the busy intersection in my spacesuit motorcycle gear (which I wore over belted jeans and wicking Tee), helmet and riding boots and loaded up the bike which was street parked... i felt a small cramp develop... Humm i thought and I began to sweat. unloaded the bike quickly of things that could be stripped and ran quickly back to the hotel lobby bathroom begging for the Devine hand to keep it together.
i burst through the hotels Mens WC door and hit the tiny 2' foot by 2 1/2' bathroom stall. I did note when I passed into there was a older Romanian woman inside cleaning the basin faucets and doing a complete wipe down. I ripped off the layers now sweaty gear, pants, loosening the boots and then sat myself down with a big thump. While she cleaned and wiped the facilities outside the stalls, I cleaned the inside plumbing of my own. As you can imagine neither of us was happy I was there and we both an ugly job to endure.
On that note... my body clock was on and with that - I left Basel for Mulhouse and to the famous Schlumpf collection.
I always brake in corners and think how I am going to get home if I really mess up. When I get home, I wished that I hadn't used my brakes and should have ridden a bit further.