Its the lazy Swiss you need to be worrying about if you intend going over to their side.
Shut all their lifts on the Sunday of the passportes because apparently it was to hard to evacuate anyone off the mountain. Funny the French thought they’d cope just fine.
The when it dried up the next day they shut the lift at morgins for no particular reason, meaning I could either pedal to the top of the hill, or cycle down to get a train to champery at a local town. I chose the later.
Turns out the Swiss don’t pay much attention to timetables however, so the train never appeared, prompting a 1000 meter climb back up an alpine road on supertacky dual ply minions…back to the same place I’d been 5 hours earlier. All done with bronchitis and a rubbing rear brake. Misery.