So I’m writing this from the third story of our apartment after our pre-breakfast morning run. Seeing Davos without snow is amazing. It feels like early autumn still. The temperature is only around 0 degrees which in some ways is nice for our bodies not walking into a minus 15 but still, we need the snow!
So back tracking a little to the flight. Myself and Phillip Bellingham flew with Qatar Airways which was really good, however the first flight is a brutal 14.5 hours but the second leg only 6 hours to Zurich. I managed to get exit row seats the whole way so was great and thankfully my back has held up really well so that’s a massive confidence boost for me and I hope I can do intensity really soon.
Any way so we landed in Zurich fine and got our train tickets to Konstanz, Germany (we needed to head there first before Davos to pick up our team van). For Phil and myself this is when things started to go down hill…
The train trip was ok and we stumbled out of the train into the crowd and followed it to the main street. We hailed a cab to take us to the van rentals and we encountered our first issue. I couldn’t open my bag to get the address out, stupidly I had zip-tied it shut. Phil luckily came to the rescue with a pair of scissor but things turned south again as I managed to snap them in half trying to cut the tie… meanwhile I should say this is all happening in the main street of Konstanz and we are sprawled all over the footpath. After battling the tie a little longer we got it open and we were on our way, zooming to the van rentals.
Problem number two. So we pulled up to a stop out front of Sixt van rentals and are told it cost 12 dollars for the ride. Because I broke the scissors I said I have got phils share covered and sling the guy a 20. Now I should mention that our taxi driver speaks zero English. Anyway Mr Taxi driver suddenly starts getting annoyed and speaking pretty fast and furious to me in the front seat. We stupidly hadn’t realised we weren’t in Zurich any more and in fact we were in Germany, a Euro-zone country. Swiss franks don’t go down very well in Germany. Phil and I didn’t have a cent of Euro between us and the driver didn’t take card so he eventually accepted the Frank and it was all-good again.
So after getting thoroughly geographically embarrassed in Konstanz we managed to get to Zurich airport and pick up our third teammate Callum Watson who had just come across from Alaska.
Now the Blue Box as our little blue van has now been dubbed has about as much speed as a turtle on LSD so when we worked out we here halfway to Burn and going in the opposite direction it made a long drive just a little longer….
Now you might be thinking gosh these guys are first class muppets, but I think the classic of the trip so far was when we had to call our poor old coach at 5 in the morning Australian time because none of us knew or had access to the address of where we were going to be staying for the night…
Train hard. Rest easy. Live for the moment