Gerry Hat-Trick

Today was always going to be a toughie. Jens’s wiggly line that shows elevation had a fair-sized bump, then a big bump, then lots of bumpiness. The fair size bump took us up to about 300m from sea level, then we went back down again to see the first of the famed cinque terre villages. […]

Two km and change vertically to get over the peninsula and on our way towards the cinque terre – a legendary Unesco site of natural beauty, and one we’ll actually probably bypass, ‘cos it’s a vastly overpriced tourist trap and Jens is more interested in ‘the hinterlands’, as he calls them. The last section of

Bit of a hiccup last night when our Airb&b bookee responded with blah de blah but there will be an additional charge, payable in cash, on arrival, for linen and taxes, of 22 euros. Jens cancelled immediately and we booked somewhere else. Carlos responded with a plaintive ‘could you bring your own linen?’ To which

Down the coast to Genoa…a day of gentle slopes and vehicle-free paths, mostly right next to the sea, often swooping through ancient tunnels, with a dead-railway feel. Pretty, but very much still a working coast, with scattered light industry and roads full of container trucks. Then Genoa itself: massive, sprawling, chaotic, and very much itself.

We made a pretty good fist of it in the end! And the leftovers made a great sandwich lunch.

Lovely day today, meandering down through the hills to Savona, very much a hard-working port, serving the factories of Turin and Milan. The bikemap app talked of a mile or so of elevation en route, but we’ve managed worse recently and lived to tell the tale, so we were pretty sanguine about the prospect. In

After the purgatory of the last couple of days we decided to take it easy today and took a route with about 30 some miles and not much more than 800m climbing. After 2km altitude yesterday, a blessed relief. Speaking of blessed, the fantastic weather is holding for the moment. Makes for a sweaty day

Jens did warn me the first few days would be the toughest. I hope he’s right, because we’ve only done two and I’m shattered! It is, as if it needs saying, more than worthwhile. https://geriackpackers.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/10/F436309A-FC6F-45F0-848F-8151AF8BD8F0.mov

Oh, what a beautiful mornin’Oh, what a beautiful dayI’ve got a beautiful feelin’Everything’s goin’ my way

Too tired to post much. Three hours sleep followed by a mad Uber dash after the car refused to start, then the flight, then fifty odd miles of getting through and out of Turin and into the Po valley, and up, and more up, and some down, and then, ah, some more up. And then,