In Part one of this story last month, old school friend Alex, his daughter Imogen, my Jack Russell, George and I drove from Geneva, through the French ski resorts of St Gervais, Les Contamines, Beaufort,Val d’Isere and on into Italy in my 2005 Range Rover.
Having lived in France for 18 years, I had decided that I was going to move back to New Zealand and that this would be my last opportunity, for a while, to explore the Alps.
During the first few days, we had seen Marmots, many white Fiat Pandas, extraordinary views, re-established a 27-year-old friendship and camped at over 2800m.
Elation and embarrassment
Our second night in Italy was to be spent at the Colle de Bandia. The Roadbook that we were using as a guide,…
