from Diesentis the road continued to the east. There was two ways: either over the oberalp pass or more to the south over a mountain pass following the MTB route. Higher, longer, but surely nicer thanks to the nice trails down.
In Andermatt, it was time to say good bye to the drill sergeant D, knowing that now there wouldn’t be any one pulling me the mountain up.
After buying some food for the evening, the plan was continued: sleeping on the Furka.