North. Berlin is calling and HQ needs us back to take care of business.
But before business comes pleasure and adventure and She Hannibal needed to ride over the top of the alps again. We planned our trip and decided on Munich via Switzerland and St. Moritz.

We sailed north in the direction of Lecco and Lago di Como and within twenty minutes of leaving Milan the spectacular foot hills of the alps unrolled in front of us. Breathtaking views and crystal clear lakes were a feast for the eye. After so much city slicking Ozzy was ready to dive into nature and with bright eyes he sat next to me in his seat checking out the beautiful scenery. It was a lovely drive. As we climbed, the landscape became more dramatic and spectacular, with deep ravines and blue water. Along winding mountain roads we headed for St. Moritz.

We drove for hours but it seemed like minutes and as the sun began to dim we chose our campsite for the evening in a deep green valley with silver mountains touring over us. As we settled down to eat our dinner of Parma de proscuto and Mozzarella de buffalo the sound of bells rose from the valley as the swizz cows made their way home. Ozzy and i decided to check them out and as we got closer the bell ringing got louder until about ten cows were almost on top of us. As most of you will know Ozzy is an Australian cattle dog which means he works with cows in his natural environment but on this occasion he was more like an Australian chicken dog as he bolted down the hill back to his blanket next to Greg Catch and She Hannibal.

We got our heads down under the twinkling stars and awakened to misty mountain views and big steaming cups of coffee.
Ozzy was up and keen to play Frisbee so we chucked out some long ones across the meadows and as he ran to catch it there was something in the way he ran that reminded me of running down the hill. We picked a beautiful bouquet of wild flowers for She Hannibal, took a lazy walk by the river, and were ready for the road again.
Village after village went by and everyone got a blast of the melody horn. It wasn’t until we were nearly into Munich when we noticed a peculiar thing: On one side of the road we had grumpy looks and snarly faces when giving people the horn, while on the other we were greeted with big smiles and waves. After some thought we realized why – it wasn’t because Oz and I were sitting on the right and poor old Greg Catch was on the left but because on the right we had the big set of red lips stuck to the van donated by Mark Eley … People couldn’t resist smiling back at us when greeted with such a lovely big pair of smackers.
Our destination was Munich and we were keen to see what these fashion conscious Germans would think of Freestyle Magazine and She Hannibal. We had a date in a beer garden with tall beers and sauerkraut and so quickly found our parking spot and headed out on foot.