Let’s just say, I’m not the most athletic person in the world, nor am I incredibly stable on my feet, let alone on a bike.

On my last trip to Interlaken, Switzerland, my friends and I wanted to head down to the tent village to listen to the live music 🎶. The buses were only running every 30 minutes and we had missed one by about 5 minutes.

Luckily for us, my friend had the local method of transportation at her disposal – a lovely mountain bike.

I plucked up my courage and decided to give it a go. It really wasn’t that far and it wasn’t like I’d never ridden a bike.

We were on a fairly straight path, when I noticed the girls turn a corner out of sight. Don’t worry, this was not the issue. The issue came after the corner, trying to peddle up the hill (or slight incline, who really knows!!). I couldn’t get the gears to work and was getting slower and slower and slower until I wasn’t even moving.

Most people would have thought to put their feet out to stop themselves but I like to think I’m an individual. I came crashing down, bruising my foot and the side of my leg AND my pride.

I guess it was worth it though. We did get to see live music, have some drinks, and hang with some pretty awesome people – people who knew nothing about what had just happened…