Giro here I come.

I know, I know I said I was going back to Skyros but the Giro was beckoning, what can I do.

Onto the ferry at about 11pm I charges into the no cabin area and sorted out a space to lie in twice as big as the others. On a few people were there I thought I was in luck. But just before leaving the room had an influx of other passengers shouting and walking up an down the Isles. I find it incredibly that people do not understand that others don’t want to hear them grrrrrr.

But I slept quite well snd at 9am the next morning we arrived and I rode out into glorious sunshine in Brindisi. The customs stopped me but they seemed only interested in how old I am and if I was married.

I got lost getting out of Brindisi and wasted maybe half sn hour riding in circles, partly my fault and partly Garmins. But eventually I got riding. Three route was flat. I was on the service road next to the motorway most of the way. This is part of the Appia Way built by the Romans to shunt troops about, it stretches from Rome to Brindisi.

I stopped at a bike shop with an old guy polishing a steel bike and asked if I could borrow a pump. As usual nether of us could speak the others language but the friendly exchange we had brought joy to my heart. Welcome to Italy.

I had selected a route with a campsite. Unfortunately when I arrived I discovered it was closed. I phoned a selection of other campsites but all were closed. I broke like a twig and got a room. So lazy.

What can do I am helpless to resist. Practically guaranteed to have pizza again tonight.