Mist on the Gotthard. Gravel under your tyres. You’re not just riding — you’re entering a legend. The Swiss Alps Tour isn’t a race. It’s a return to the soul of cycling.

You don’t simply visit the Swiss Alps — you earn every meter. The ride begins with silence. No soundtrack but your own breath, your legs turning over as the road climbs into the clouds. Théo, one of our local guides, once said, “The first climb strips away the ego. What’s left is the rider you really are.” Whether it’s the Furka or the Nufenenpass, the first big ascent is a moment of truth. You start as a group, but soon you’re alone with the slope. And slowly, you find rhyt