Strawberries, Hills & Schnitzel – Our Bike Ride Through Switzerland

In the summer of 2023, me and my wife set out on an unforgettable bikepacking journey — riding from Geneva, Switzerland to Amsterdam, following the Rhine River, passing through Alsace and the Mosel wine region.

This video covers our first chapter: crossing Switzerland from the shores of Lake Geneva, through vineyards and charming villages, all the way to the German border at Rheinheim.
We rode gravel paths, climbed scenic hills, drank water from alpine fountains, shared strawberries and red wine under the stars — and learned to adapt when the Alps gave us rain in the forecast.

From coffee in Aarberg to schnitzel at the end of Day 5 — Switzerland was short, sweet, and full of unforgettable memories.

🎥 Next episode: Germany – riding through the twin town of Laufenburg toward the French border. Don’t miss it!

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We began our journey in Geneva, arriving from Iceland with bikes, bags, and big dreams. Lake Geneva, sparkling water on one side, elegant towns and soft hills on the other. It felt like a dream until I got my first flat tire. A reminder, even the perfect days come with their little challenges, but nothing could ruin the mood. The sun was shining 35°. Vineyards wrapped around the hillsides and quiet forest roads offered us moments of peace. We were already falling in love with Switzerland and with the freedom of the open road. By evening, we reached Pentalaz, a small campsite, warm air, bird song in the trees, and a pizza that tasted like heaven after a long hot day in the saddle. But our hearts completely at ease. Day one was done and the road ahead full of promise. Day two began with the sound of birds and the crunch of gravel under our tires. We rode through the Swiss countryside, peaceful, quiet, and full of charm. Small villages appeared like paintings, one after another, each more beautiful than the last. We reached Lake Noshhatel in the late afternoon. The light shimmerred on the water and the bath hugged the shore like it had been made just for us. The sun was high and we stopped at a tiny village fountain. I don’t know if it was the heat, the ride, or just the moment, but that water was the best I’ve ever tasted. Cold, pure, perfect. That evening, we kept it simple and it was everything we needed. a bottle of red wine, mozzarella, tomatoes, fresh bread, and a little salad. But somehow it was one of the most perfect meals of our lives. Another day done, another memory made. We woke up to another clear sky and followed the quiet shores of Lake Beal. Calm water, soft morning light, the kind of peacefulness you never forget. Not long after, we stopped in the town of Arberg, and the smell of fresh coffee led us straight to a little cafe. Strawberries were in season, and in Switzerland, that means strawberries in everything. Strawberry tarts, strawberry yogurt, even strawberry lemonade. And honestly, we were not complaining. We rolled on through forests and farmland. and finally reached Bern. The capital city greeted us with flowing fountains and once again that cold, clean Swiss water, just what we needed. We ended the day with fried fish from a small stand near the river. Crisp, salty, and perfect after a long day of ups and downs. 3 days in and the ride keeps surprising us with beauty, with flavor, and with little moments that make everything worth it. We packed up our little tent at a quiet Swiss campsite, not knowing exactly what the day would bring. The original plan had been ambitious, crossing the Alps, but the forecast said heavy rain. And the mountains don’t like to be taken lightly. So, we made a new plan. Two longer days, riding around the Alps instead. A different kind of adventure, but an adventure all the same. The morning brought hills, steep ones. But at the top, we found our reward. Lunch from a local bakery. Fresh bread, cheese, something sweet. The road that followed was quiet and peaceful, winding through gentle farmland and sleepy villages. And then a surprise. A little horse farm where we stopped for pastries. It felt like something from a story book, but it had already left a mark on our hearts. Switzerland was almost behind us. We reached our campsite and laid out a spread. Cheese, ham, cured meats, and of course, a bottle of red wine. It wasn’t the day we had planned, but it turned out to be something even better. Look at this. A horse that’s not afraid of bikes. I wish all horses in Iceland were this chill. But let’s get on with the day. Day five was mostly downhill and full of sunshine. The kind of riding that makes you forget you’re even pedaling. We felt the country starting to change. The signs, the sounds, everything was becoming more German. At one quiet restaurant, we stopped for tuna salad and cold beer. Simple, satisfying, and very Swiss German. By the afternoon, the skies began to shift. The clouds rolled in as if Switzerland was saying goodbye. Then came the bridge and just like that we crossed into Germany. A small village called Reinheim greeted us with cobbled streets and quiet charm. We rolled to our first German campsite, pitched our tent quickly, and headed straight to the restaurant. Schnitzel and beer were on the menu and that felt like the perfect way to celebrate. A new country, a new chapter, and a milestone reached. We had found the Rin River. From here, the river would be our guide all the way to Amsterdam. This was our final day in Switzerland, and what a beautiful ride it was. If you’ve enjoyed this part of our journey, thank you so much for watching, and don’t forget to subscribe. Please give the video a thumbs up, leave a comment. In the next episode, we ride along the German side of the Rine through Laughenborg, a town split between Germany and Switzerland before heading toward the three-country border and crossing into France. And it only gets better from here. The adventure continues.