Viva Italia!
Ciao!
As Jake might very well have said to Elwood: “We have two bikes, four panniers, three and a half lungs, one ceramic hip, and enough years between us to get back to Queen Victoria. It’s a thousand miles to Naples give or take – hit it!”
This, in the event, is the route we took, starting in Turin, ending up in Naples. The blue bits we rode; where the line is red, we followed some excellent advice on a cycle forum for those visiting Italy: “Think of the occasional train journey not as a failing or an admission of defeat but as a treat – like an ice cream!”
For the first time in three weeks we’ve not pushed a pedal.
There’s rest and there’s rest of course, and some people’s might not include an hour and some’s...
Leaving lovely Gaete behind, we hit the coast road, which wasn’t as bad as we’d feared. No terrifying tunnels, and being a Sunday, little or no goods traffic. After an hour...
That’s it folks! Or very nearly.
Our plans to explore further south, flying back on the tenth, have been sunk by a forecast that basically assumes incessant rain between now and...
Well, we’ve hit Naples, and Naples has hit us, right between the eyes. Especially after three some weeks mostly in the sticks, it is just so full on. In a good way, but crazy....
Nothing prepares you for Pompei. I don’t think I’m alone in having set off in almost a dutiful frame of mind. I mean, you’re here, it’s just up the road, realistically...