15 minutes after the start an accident happened. Somehow I must have got too close to mum's tandem with my pole, in any case there was a bang and my pole was broken! I was totally scared, my beautiful pink Klaebo pole was ruined! We had no spare poles with us and in Olten we couldn't find a sports dealer who could have helped me quickly. So we had to alert my dad. I skied almost to Aarau without poles. That was not so pleasant, especially because I had to cross about 100 railway tracks and curbs. In Schönenwerd Papa reached us with new poles, so nice! The rest of the day was a torture, traffic everywhere, factories and streets, I was tired and my nose was running. Somewhere I must have caught a cold.