From the flatlands of the Netherlands to the highest passes of the Alps — this is the story of my motorcycle camping journey across Europe on a BMW R1150RT touring bike.
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Over the course of several weeks, I rode through ten countries: Netherlands, Belgium, France, Switzerland, Liechtenstein, Austria, Slovenia, Italy, Germany, and Luxembourg.
The route took me step by step into the mountains: first through the curves of Germany’s Eifel, then into the green ridges of the Vosges, and finally into the heart of the Alps. Along the way I conquered some of the most legendary mountain passes in the world: Grossglockner, Gotthard, Furka, and Grimsel — each a test of skill, endurance, and spirit.
But this adventure wasn’t without surprises:
🏍️ Meeting a fellow rider on the road.
📱 Dropping my tablet from the bike mid-ride.
🛠️ Dealing with a flat tire on the German highway on the way back home.
⛺ Camping in valleys beneath alpine skies, waking to the sound of cowbells and rushing streams.
🌧️ Riding through storms, fog, and the unpredictable moods of the mountains.
In the end, this ride became more than just a trip. It was a story of freedom, challenge, and discovery — a reminder that the road shapes you as much as you shape the journey.
Join me in this full film as I relive every curve, campsite, and mountain pass of my Alps adventure.
Chapters:
00:00 Intro
02:14 Eifel
08:37 Vosges
13:48 Langres
19:19 Basel
22:46 Liechtenstein
24:38 Companion met in Austria
31:57 Gerlos Alpstrasse
34:16 Grossglockner
48:42 Gotthard Pass & Furka Pass
59:59 Grimsel Pass
1:03:43 Ride home (flat tire)
1:05:54 Outro
This video was filmed with a DJI Osmo Action 3 connected to the Sena Sc2 headset.
More about this setup here: https://youtu.be/Y-AkLz-yc7U
The Alps, a mountain range that stretches across eight countries, rising from the heart of Europe like an ancient spine of stone and ice. Covering more than 200,000 square kilometers, these peaks have stood for millennia. 12 million people call these valleys home. And yet, the mountains themselves belong to no one. They are guardians of time, watching generations come and go. For cyclists, the Alps are more than geography. They are a pilgrimage. Switchbacks, hairpins, and high passes. Roads that climb above the tree line where the air fins and the world opens into endless horizons. More than a 100 named passes carve their way through these mountains. The Stelvio, the Gloner, the Furka, each with its own character, its own rhythm. Riding here isn’t about the speed. It’s about the flow, about surrendering to the mountain and letting it guide you. In this series, I take a solo trip to the Alps with all my camping gear with me. So, we will be camping a lot. and we will see a lot of nice scenery. So, we go first to the Eiffel, then we go to Austria and then we go back through Italy to Switzerland. And uh we take several mountain passes on the way. So, I hope you will enjoy this series as well as the last one. So, if you like to see more of my content, please subscribe. Do not miss anything in the future. And of course, don’t forget to hit that like button on the bottom. Thank you so much and enjoy the video. We just departed from the camping site in the southern of Holland in France. We will pass um Germany, Belgium and then Luxembourg and then in Shenan I will take a break and then from Shenan we go to the other side of Luxembourg and then tomorrow we will head to France. Okay. Oh yes, this is what I came for. Sunshine, forest, nice corners, flat tire. So, if I would have a GS, I would definitely go a little bit off-road here. But with the RT, um, I better stay on the on the tarmac for as far there is tarmac here because there are so many holes. I heard a lot of good things about the about the Eiffel, but yeah, this is exactly my cup of tea. And you see so many things like little villages, forests. There’s so much to see. Heat. [Music] Heat. Heat. Heat. [Music] [Music] [Music] Later that day, I found a camping site in Nanik located next to the mosel camping Mosul Blick. The camping provides a nice view over the river. The Mosel is the border between Luxembourg and Germany. Remik is just across the river. I heard there is a bike meeting. So, let’s take a look after I put my tent up first. Heat. Heat. [Applause] [Music] All right, another day, another adventure. So it will be partly mainly uh a bit of Germany and then um moving to France. Weather prediction is that uh there will be uh storm tonight. So, um I will it will take around 5 hours to get to my destination and then I will um quickly uh put on my tent and hopefully I’m still on time before the weather is changing bump. So, today is 260 km. In the mornings, I always have to start up a bit. Uh I’m a little stiff. So this is the German side of the Mosul and on the other side uh is Luxmbourg and um straight of us is France and everything comes together at Shenan. So I think we are now close to the yeah how do you call it? It’s uh German. It’s drylander act. So it’s uh the crossing with Germany, Luxmbourg and France. Okay. So here we can see the border on the side. So France will be close to us. Yes, this is France already. Okay. Look, mini Eiffel Tower. Yeah. Now we’re in France. Oh, France. All right. This night at the camping, it was about 13° and then it becomes pretty cold. Yeah, even with my um thicker clothes on, it’s still getting a bit fresh. Yeah, it’s a little bit of a different landscape. You can see the difference uh from uh the Eiffel and the Arden. Here it’s more like a wavy landscape, more open, more agricultural, but uh yeah, I like the variation. Okay, time to fumal up. So, we’re now in Tionville. With the tank topped up in Tonville, I set off again. The road leading me through quaint picturesque villages scattered across the vo. Those charming French hamlets, their rustic charm nestled amidst rolling hills. The scenery began to shift suddenly but not unmistakably. The open expansive landscapes gave me way to dense looming forests. Hours passed. The steady hum of the bike my constant companion. Even on a bike discomfortable, I felt the day’s journey settle in my bones. It was time to take a rest. Following a quiet lane, I found a serene camping site beside the tranquil waters of Lak de Lamos lot. A perfect place to pause and soak in the day’s adventure. [Music] Camping Duct Damos lot offers a combination of mobile homes, bungalows, and camping sites. It has direct access to the lake, and there is a small restaurant and leisure center. Now it’s time to find our camping spot and set up for the night. With wind and rain looming in the forecast, preparation is just not important. It’s really essential. So, first I’ll park the bike on the solid ground, ensuring it’s stable and protected, preferably near a cluster of bushes to provide some natural shelter from the elements. [Music] After a long day on the road, it’s time to set up camp for the night. Here’s how I keep it simple and efficient with lightweight gear that’s perfect for motorcycle travel. This is my lightweight tent. It’s compact, durable, and quick to assemble. Perfect for trips like these where space and weight are everything. Stability is key, especially when the weather decides to throw a curve ball. I make sure the stakes are secure and adjust the guidelines to handle any wind or rain that might come on my way. For the inside, I keep it cozy but minimal, a lightweight sleeping pad for comfort, and an insulated sleeping bag to stay warm. Just what you need after hours on the bike. And there you have it. A simple setup that’s easy to pack and perfect for adventures like this. Now it’s time to kick back, listen to the sound of the wild, and recharge for tomorrow’s journey. I set up my tent just in time. In the afternoon, the clouds rolled in and deep rumble of thunder and the rhythmic pattern of rain set the scene for the rest of the day. But like all storms, this one passed. The morning brought a sense of calm and triumph. The bike was ready, the sun was shining, and the road was calling once again. So we go back to Renon Remy Ramon. Um and then from there we go to Apol. Uh I go to the to the store to um to to actually buy a hammer because uh the one I had I left at home. Then it’s a little freshy at least on the bike. But ah that’s for me that’s perfect. Oh can I finally stop sweating. So uh we go to Langer today. I will meet my parents there and they are there with their camper van. uh they are like driving around it. I can prevent through France like last two weeks and yeah and I have all the time uh to uh to go wherever I want. So we were like yeah let’s meet up. So I will take it a bit uh easier today. I think it’s like 100 kilometers maximum. Um yeah and I’m taking direct routes. So because yesterday although it was very nice it took like I think in total like six or seven hours to do a trip which usually would be well 2 hours 2 and a half. Look there in the distance we have longer. So the camping site is on top of the the hill. So in the middle of the center. So from there we have great view around the whole area. We’re almost there, guys. So, the owner of the camping, this guy is very friendly and uh I think he uh is running it for uh for a very long time. Uh and the first times I I came there, he already practiced some Dutch. Uh and he could actually talk like five languages. And the camping site is on the other side of the center. We we probably will go in here as well. Camping nav. Okay, it’s in here. Heat. Heat. [Music] [Applause] [Music] It’s great to meet my parents here in this beautiful location. After a coffee, we go out for a walk to show you what this town has to offer. Langa is a fortified town with a history that stretches back over two millennia. Let’s take a closer look at what makes this village so special. Langre is famous for its impressive ramparts which encircle the entire town. These walls built between the third and the 16th century offers breathtaking views over the Mara Valley. Walking along these three and a half kilometers of fortifications is like walking through history. At the heart of the center lies the cathedral of St. Ma’am, a masterpiece of Gothic and Romanesque architecture. And did you know that Lra was once connected to the valley below by a charming little train? This train, a vital lifeline for locals and visitors alike, climbed the steep slopes to bring people and goods right to the town center. Today, its route remains a fond memory and reminder of Langra innovative spirit. What a great town. There is so much to see. But before I continue the trip tomorrow to Switzerland, there’s one thing I want to show you, and that is a fortress that is lying on the other side of the hill of Lreair. Let’s see if we uh can uh see the camping site from there. It’s only like 7 minutes driving. All [Music] right. So, we’re leaving Longre now. We had a nice time here at the camping municipal with a nice view over the city. We’re now heading to Switzerland to Basil. Um, taking the route through Kmar and Balffor. Riding through the French countryside is always a joy. The roads are quiet, the scenery lush, and every turn brings something new. My first stop is Rotty Lure, a charming village near Fazou. This is why I ride, to discover places like this. A quick break to soak it all in and then it’s back on the road. Okay, there we go. Let’s see if this works. This Yeah. All right. Heat. Heat. Oh, as I approach Basil, the ride becomes more urban. The border crossing brings its own challenges. getting a Swiss toll vignette. Initially, I thought I’d need to hunt for a physical sticker, but a quick search revealed I could purchase it online. If you’re planning a trip to Switzerland, save yourself some trouble and get the vignette online. Basel is stunning, but there’s no time to linger. I’m following the rine to go blends. The ride along the rine is breathtaking, but as the day winds down, fatigue sets in. Reaching the campsite in Waltshoot feels like an achievement. The location right on the river bank is the perfect end to a long day. The campsite is very crowded, but the view makes up for it. Dinner at the campsite restaurant was excellent. And now it’s time to unwind and enjoy the sunset. As the sun sets over the rine, I’m reminded of the beauty of these moments. The road ahead is long, but nights like this make every mile worth it. The next day begins with a clear goal. Reach Austria via Likenstein. But first, a quick detour to Focusfield to check out the store for potential video editing laptop, [Music] but I hadn’t looked this time. The search will continue, but for now, I’m going back on the road. [Music] Passing through malls, I couldn’t resist stopping for lunch. The view of the lake and the mountains is incredible, and the meal lives up to expectations. This is one of those moments that makes a long ride unforgettable. [Music] work. Arriving in Fadus feels like revisiting an old friend. I have been here before by car. The beauty of Likenstein never gets old. But after soaking in the views, it’s time to press on to Austria. This All right, we’re probably going to cross the border with Austria now. Heat. Heat. Reaching the Bruno, I met with disappointment. The campsite is fully booked, but sometimes challenges lead to new opportunities. I met a fellow rider here and together we started calling nearby campsites. After several unsuccessful calls, we finally find a spot in Oberg. But time is tight. With less than an hour before the reception closed, we raced to Oberg. Arriving just in time, we set up camp and shared stories of our journey so far. The sun rising over Oberal, it’s time to move from the campsite. Today’s journey promises adventure. Twisting roads, towering peaks, and new memories waiting to be made. My riding companion and I pack up, ready to chase the horizon once more. Before hitting the road, we decide to find a bakery for some fresh breakfast. Oberg, famous for its centuries old passion play, sits in a valley surrounded by the Bavarian Alps, making it the perfect launch point for a day filled with scenic wonders. [Music] With limited options and a long queue in front of the bakery, we opt for a quick alternative. [Music] Not the Bavarian breakfast we envisioned, but enough for few of the miles ahead. [Music] The ride to Walgo was peaceful. A slow buildup to the excitement ahead. We paid a toll for the mstraas of Walco for this. And with that, the ride transforms into something magical. Empty roads twisting through an untouched alpine wilderness. [Music] The road follows the Ear River. Its turquoise waters carving through the valley. A stark contrast to the dark evergreens lining the roadside. Heat. [Music] Heat. After a quick stop, we arrive at the father clam. Looker, this striking bridge spans the Silenstein Reservoir, a deep blue alpen lake created by a dam. The scale of it all is humbling, a reminder of how small we are in the face of nature. [Music] Heat. Heat. [Music] Heat. Heat. Heat [Music] up [Music] Heat. Heat. [Music] [Music] did like my fantast by midday. Day hunger sets in and there’s no better place to stop than the panorama restaurant Council Kier. Perched high above the Silotal Valley, this restaurant offers stunning views of the surrounding peaks. The mountains are stretching far beyond what the eye can see. Back on the road, we pushed onward, passing through Zel Amzilla, a lively town known for its ski resorts and alpine charm. Heat. Heat. [Music] [Music] Hello. Hello. Yes. Thank you. Thank [Music] you. Finally, we reach Kriml, home to the Kremler Vaservala, Austria’s highest waterfall at 380 m. Wow. From this vantage point, the waterfall appears almost surreal, a white ribbon cutting through the dark green forest. Even from here, we can hear the distant thunder of falling water. A powerful reminder of nature’s force. The scene is breathtaking. The campsite in Hollisbach is fully booked, but luck is on our side. The owner offers us a spot in their private front garden. It’s a tight fit, just enough for a two tent. But after a long day, it feels almost like luxury. As night falls, I take a short walk through the quiet town, reflecting on the road behind us and the challenges ahead. [Music] The day begins in Hollisbach, where our tents, pitched in the kindness of a stranger’s front garden, hold the last whisper of sleep. But today is no ordinary ride. Today we take on one of the most legendary roads in all of Europe, the Groner Hulk Alen. The highest pave pass in Austria. A true pilgrimage for motorcyclist and for me my first ever mountain pass. [Music] [Music] Heat. Heat. [Music] [Music] Hello. Yeah, I’m good. Good. [Music] The entrance to the Halon Strasa feels like crossing into another world. The road stretches ahead, curling its way through the mountains. Its reputation both thrilling and intimidating. [Music] The first few turns are gentle, but I know the real challenge lies ahead. [Music] My hands tighten on grips. This is it. With every turn, the air grows thinner, cooler. The road demands full attention. Hairpin after hairpin, a dance between control and momentum. The climb is relentless, but the higher we go, the more spectacular the view. I don’t know. [Music] Then suddenly the struggle finishes. We arrive at the Adel Y speed biker point capability. [Music] 2571 m above sea level. The highest accessible point of the pass. The effort, the nerves, the sweat, they were all worth it. Before us, a panorama of jacked peaks stretching as far as the eye can see. This is the moment that makes every challenge worth it. [Music] Around us, all the riders gather, all drawn to this place by the same unexplainable pool. [Music] At Fisher, we take a break, not just for coffee, but for reflection. We made it. We conquered the climb. Descending the Gross Clockner is a completely different experience. Faster accelerating the landscape shifting with every curve. The once distant peaks now tower besides us, close enough to touch [Music] We roll into Hilikumlute, a picturesque village nestled at the base of the mountains. Its iconic church stands against the ruged backdrop, a beacon for travelers like us. pretty nice. As we leave the high Alps behind, the landscape softens. Rolling hills replace jacked peaks. The scent of pine grows richer. We pass through Rangers Dorf, then Z Bowen, where the Milstat shimmers under the afternoon sun. After an unforgettable ride, we arrive at camping Nurbau in Dela, our home for the night. taking down. Before we rest, there’s only one last thing to do. Dive into the cool, crystal clear waters of the Mustata Z. It’s the perfect way to wash away the dust of the road and soak in the moment. After sharing unforgettable roads and experiences, it’s time to part ways. My fellow rider planned to depart early. So the evening before, we had some nice conversations. We shook hands and said goodbye. We would head in different directions the next morning. So from here on, I ride solo. All right. On our way to the next destination, with the crisp morning air on my face, I make my way south towards Vak. I have uh some flashing warning light on my dashboard. It’s probably because of the battery. Uh I charged some uh stuff along the way. for the rest. I don’t know why it would flash, but I will uh restart the motorbike later and then we find out if it’s gone. I had this one time before. But for now, I just warm up uh the engine a little bit before starting again, just to be sure. The roads are smooth, flowing, and before long, I cross into Slovenia. A new country, a new adventure. My destination is the famous town of Ble, nestled besides the picturesque Blesco Lake. Ble is undeniably beautiful. But as I approach the lake, I realize something. So does everyone else. The town is packed with tourists. The campsite is overflowing. And the sense of tranquility I was hoping for is nowhere to be found. I guess it’s time for plan B. Sometimes the road decides for you. Instead of fighting the chaos of blood, I turn back to familiar ground. Zabbo, a quiet scenic retreat where I can take a deep breath and reset before the next leg of my journey. But today, it’s only a brief stop before I find a place to rest for the night. My destination is Camping Groupoff, a welle equipped four-star campsite near Loer. Camping Groupoff is beautifully located surrounded by towering mountains. It has every facility a camper could ask for. But there’s a tradeoff. It’s filled with families. Kids laughing, playing, and well, yeah, just being kids. The peaceful solitude I had hoped for, not quite. Still, the location makes up for it. And after setting up my camp, I take a walk to the nearby Salah River. Watching the water rush by, I remind myself every day on the road brings surprises. Some planned, others unexpected. That’s the beauty of the journey. With the break of dawn, I continue south. Crossing into Italy always feels like stepping into another world. The roads change, the mountains grow steeper, the villages take on that unmistakably Italian char. My destination for now is Camping Unhols, a hidden gem nestled between towering peaks. Camping on holes is everything I could have hoped for. Surrounded by mountains with a perfect queue over the Clumbach waterfall in the distance. After a long day on the road, there’s no better reward than this. Nature, solitude, and the quiet hum of adventure settling in once again. Another day, another chapter in this incredible journey from Austria to Slovenia, back to Austria, and then finally into Italy. It has been a day of decisions, of challenges, and of finding beauty in unexpected places. And tomorrow, tomorrow the road continues. So, I think it’s day 10 now. I’m not sure. Something like that. Um, we’re heading uh back from the camping to the main road. So, we’re not following this path because then we would end up in Austria again. The camping site was pretty good. It was quiet uh in a nice environment. I didn’t have really time to get to the waterfall. We will continue to Switzerland now to the southern of Switzerland. Just crossing the border with Italy to St. Moritz. Heat. Heat. In the mountains, you can plan your route, but not the journey. Today, I leave Maloya behind, a small campground near St. Moritz. Morning in Maloya. Cold hands, hot coffee, the kind of quiet you only find at altitude. After a peaceful night under the stars, it was time to pack up, settle the R1150RT, and hit the road. Today’s route going south from the Enadin to the Italian border and then a long ride west into the very heart of the Alps. The B3 road from Aoya into the Berl Valley is nothing short of epic. Switchbacks cut into the mountain like someone sketched them with a pencil. Sharp and narrow. It’s steep, technical, and absolutely gorgeous. This region, sometimes called the Steinpit or Mushroom region, is known for its forest and wild fumi. But I wasn’t stopping for forage today. Yoohoo. I hit a nasty bump and the tablet. My navigation lifeline bounced off its mount and smacked the tarmac. Corner cracked. Touch still working. It could have been worse. I’ve learned to roll with these moments. After all, adventures don’t wait for perfect conditions. Yep, this is why you double check your mounts. But hey, it’s not a proper motorcycle trip without a few battle scars, right? A little further into Italy, I stopped at Lake Lejo. After the stress of the tablet crash, I needed a moment of calm. The lake was like glass, the kind of place that makes you slow down without even realizing it. From here, it was time to loop back towards Switzerland and toward one of those most iconic mountain passes in Europe. All right, guys. I’m uh in front of the Godart Tunnel. Um I just filled it up and we’re going to do the pass now. So, enjoy the views. Uh, I will give some comments. Uh, meanwhile, the Godhart Pass has been a gateway through the Alps for centuries. It linked northern and southern Europe, Switzerland to Italy, and has seen everything from medieval mu trains to modern motorcycles. Look at the view. Next to the modern highway is the Tremolola, the original cobblestone road built in the 1800s. Some riders still take it today for the challenge and for the Romans of the past. But today, I took the newer road, still steep, still winding, and still breathtaking. Below me, deep beneath the rock, lies the Cotar tunnel. Nearly 17 km long, it’s one of the longest road tunnels in the world. A marvel of engineering and a fast track for cars. But on a bike, no thanks. I’ll take the view over the void. 1930 m. We’re getting there. So, as you see, there’s also a hiking trail there going up. Let’s move on to undermat. So after this uh very nice view, we’re going through this tunnel and we are almost driving through the clouds. I think we’re almost at the top. It will not be very far anymore. So, no trees anymore, only rocks. There’s a museum here. Wow, this is uh amazing. Yeah. So, this was the top. We’re heading down. I should have stopped really, but I I I always forget to stop. And to be honest, yeah, with the motorbike, it’s uh it’s easy route to do this one compared to uh two other ones I did. Respect to people that go on bike here. Oh, look at that. That’s a classic way to go up the mountain. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Okay, that was it. We’re back down. From the summit, I roll down into Andat, one of the most charming villages in Switzerland. Once a quiet farming town, it’s now a base for skiers, hikers, and motorcyclists chasing mountain roads. [Music] door on the net. Okay, let’s go to the full car pass. Heat. Heat. Interesting. Uh all these trains here. There’s another one. There is the Furka bus. We’re going up there. Heat up here. [Music] computer right out. [Music] [Music] Rising over 2400 m, the forka was once the main east west connection before the tunnels came. Now it’s a playground for riders, drivers, and filmmakers. You might even recognize it from the James Bond film Goldfinger. That iconic chase scene. It was filmed right here on these curves. At the summit of the Forka Pass, I parked the bike, shut off the engine, and just stood still, surrounded by the silence and snowcapped peaks. The kind of place that makes you feel small in the best way. Okay, we’re on our way back down. I wasn’t heading home just yet. There’s one more pass calling the Grimo Pass. [Music] You [Music] Um, [Music] [Music] Just across the valley from Fura rises through glacial rock and past electric blue reservoirs. It’s one of Switzerland’s most visually dramatic roads. Less traffic and more altitude and a landscape that looks carved by giants. Balware. This road has been used for centuries. First by herders, then by armies, and now by people like me chasing the perfect corner. Oh Short granite gave way to green hills, barns and lakes. I passed Bins then Interarken and aimed my front wheel towards Lutern. [Music] Lutern is postcard perfect, but I was chasing something quieter than the crowds. Somewhere to rest, to reflect and sleep beside water. Just south of Lutern, I found it a peaceful lakeside camping spot near Sarn. I pitched my tent just meters from the water with no wind and no noise, just the soft lapping of the lake and the sound of zippers closing. The next morning I started the long ride home past Basel into Germany. Destination Luxmbourg. I’d cross four countries in one day. Or at least that was the plan. [Music] [Music] [Music] Just after crossing the border at Basil, I felt it. That fake floating feeling in the rear wheel. Then the wobble. Then the sinking reality. a flat tire. I pulled off safely. No crash, no injury, just a stranded rider on a hot afternoon with hundreds of kilometers still ahead. I called Adyati, the German roadside assistance, and within 45 minutes, help arrived. They touted me into motor rat house Rener in Imaldingan, a Suzuki dealer. But they welcomed me and my old BMW like an old friend. Within a couple of hours, they had a new tire mounted, coffee in hand, and back on the road. Sometimes a flat tire is just a flat tire, but on a trip like this, it reminds you of how fragile and beautiful the road really is. That could have gone so differently. Thanks to good people and a little luck, it became just another story in the rear view. And finally, I was in Luxmbborg. [Music] This Elps trip gave me more than I expected. Just me and an old BMW R1150RT loaded up for adventure. From the Voch to the heart of the Swiss Alps, through thunderstorms, silent forests, and winding hairpins, every day brought something unexpected. What I have learned that most of what you need fits into four pennurs. That if something goes wrong, and it will, it’s rarely the end. It’s just part of the story. I learned that even an old touring bike can carry you over the highest peaks if you take care of it and yourself. I learned to trust strangers, to laugh when the tablet screen cracks, and to take a moment when the view is just too good to rush. But maybe most of all, I learned that it’s okay not to have all the answers when you leave home. You’ll find them on the way. Thanks for riding with me. If you’ve been here since episode 1, or even if this your first, I hope you have felt some of that freedom, too. In the next series, we will take a visit to Sweden on the BMW R1200 GS. I hope to see you there on this next ride. Ride safe. So, I hope you like my videos so far. If you uh like to see more, consider subscribing. And uh don’t forget to like, of course, but I don’t have to tell this because you will do it anyway. Um, yeah, that’s it for now. So, uh, see you on the road and, uh, maybe I have some stickers on the side. So, if you see me somewhere around in France or in Switzerland, then, uh, give a chat and then, uh, we can meet or or something. So, see you on the next one. Yeah. [Music]