I discovered the night watchman at the campsite was from Romania and had been in Italy for 25 years. So I said I had ridden there and the town’s and cities I had been to. He treated me like a long lost friend, gave me his telephone number, and some breakfast pastries (I had already eaten porridge), then promptly forgot to give me my passport back I had to wait as he cycled back from his home to give it to me. No real hardship for me as I had a coffee but the sun gets up high and hot quickly.
I followed a lovely path by a lagoon only to be thwarted at the end.
My day was hot and I chopped on a pizza for lunch thinking it’s time I had a day off. So selecting a campsite a little bit cut off hoping for no live band/Or disco/Or other entertainment. I was successful. But it seems like the land that time forgot. And first time ever I have to pay for a shower, there are only warm showers. I usually opt for a cold free shower.
110kms. 5.19hrs. 394m of elevation
A Couple of Days Ride Outta....... 