Here is the itinerary of the trip up Venice - Krakow by bike .
The km are taken from Viamichelin indicating the distances by bicycle, but I do not know how reliable.
It may decide to do more miles to be on the streets more pleasant and safe.
Where there is no map is because Google was not available for this trip, I put that in place of ViaMichelin.
A total of 1105 km are to be done in 11 stages, with two days off ... but everything can change! Read more »
I went to see the place of the next TripRaduno, Bagnara di Romagna near Imola, and I wanted to get to Ferrara by bike.
In recent months I did a little 'bike, about 20 km per day, and I wanted to see how far I could push my bionic body.
I started around 10 am with the Mondial (type citybikes) new my father and I headed to Padua.
I wore very few clothes in a backpack, water, camera and confidence of my father and my friends that I had discharged the beautiful "in the middle 'road take the train" and "non'll never make it."
Racism against anyone who carries out his work without sweating it 'and swearing, and' therefore considered weak and sickly.
But I went, without listening to anybody, including my legs after 30 km already beginning to complain.
Nell'mp3 I was shooting the music of "Chariots of Fire" and continued.
He swore a little 'to the machines that I zoomed in part, competing to see who did it seemed I spent more' close.
I was unaware that from Padua then I could ride across the river, on the track cliclabile.
A Monselice I made lunch.
While looking for an outdoor bar in order to be close to the bike (I monselcesi are known bike thieves), I realized that the police followed me.
I've sown, only to find themselves in front of, behind rirovarmeli lose again and later.
I was obviously a dodgy face.
A couple of excellent sandwiches, a coffee 'and stained Galatine (heck, the old Galatince) later, and I was back in the saddle.
I also so 'in the famous polesine depressed, abandoned fields and farmhouses, passing through villages never heard (Arqua' Polesine Boccalara, Southern Cross) and slowly went into the magic of cycling: just you and nature.
And that son of a whore that goes to 120 per hour in a country road, passing to 10 inches. What will you crush a plane tree on the teeth.
A Frassinelle Polesine I stop at a supermarket in the province to buy something to drink and opt for a drink at The 'Green of St. Benedict.
I tell the cashier that I live 200 meters from the factory.
Does not capture the immense irony and looks at me blankly.
I ask, to change the subject, which way you go bike in Ferrara, avoiding the main road.
- "Ferrara? On a bike? "
He asks with the same tone of a Thai which you say you like working in the snow in his bare chest.
- "Yes, I would like to avoid the state."
He begins to explain.
Starts well, then as the route turns away from his mental map, increase the doubts.
I understand that often does not put foot outside the village.
I look on the map and see that it is making me make a wide detour.
- "But is not 'better to go through and cross the bridge Canaro Occhiobello?" I ask.
- "No, I would not go alone, and then you are a man and and 'worse'.
As he speaks he makes a gesture, I think you're chasing a fly ear.
Then I ask "what is most afraid 'to a man than a woman?".
Reinterpret the gesture and I understand: gays.
The look and say:
- "There are gay?"
- "Yes, on the banks of the Po ', and they are also aggressive, if I were you I would not go."
Damn.
You know the scene in "An American Werewolf in London", where the Scottish countryside in the pub, the customers say to the two backpackers not to go out? The same.
Fucked by a gang of "Busoni" (so they call them 'in these parts) on the banks of the Po'.
Not exactly a heroic end.
What to do?
My instinct tells me to go traveler himself.
So pedal under the sun in the afternoon, hoping that gets dark early.
At least I want to see them in the face, if we have a story of love, however fleeting.
Then, who saves me and 'my proverbial sense of direction: when, with the mood of Frodo entering Mordor, I am going to cross the border between the civilized world and the place of tears, blood and vaseline, I realize it already 'past and to be in Emilia.
I turn, I touch your ass, they hurt.
But it 'a bad thing that's good, healthy and personnel, due to the saddle.
Allotment.
Pedal boats, pedal boats and paddle boats.
And then I pedal again.
And arriving in Ferrara, the sign up are in Ferrara!
Hell, no, another bridge.
Then a viaduct.
Then I got lost.
Half an hour later I see the castle and I'll eat ice cream deserved two-euro (hazelnut and pear), middle-class in the crowd.
I feel like the end of an American film when the hero returns among the bourgeois, who know nothing about, watch and realizes that his suffering, even if they do not know, have served to defend their freedom '.
Paul arrives, leads me to Bagnara di Romagna is a hero to all.
Chronicle of how to turn a normal day in history.
Last day to Bologna for the V-Day, also called Fuck Day
I have not signed, did not succeed.
There was a queue from beginning to end, midnight.
The square was packed, and you yell Grillo and 'fun.
Then came two New Zealand friends of Andrew.
They asked what event it was.
Diego said:
- "It's the means-Fuck Fuck Fuck Off Day Off"
You have to laugh and then they asked again.
- "But what is it?".
Then I explained:
- "The fuck you and 'the political class and especially the more' than 20 convicted criminals we have in parliament."
I said "convicted" which means "condemned." They thought you were using the wrong word .-
- "You mean Elected (elected)?"
- "No, no, convicted. Criminals "
I believe that I have watched them wrong.
I continued:
- "We signed a law prohibiting the condemned to stay in parliament."
I have looked again and this time they were sure I were wrong.
- "In what way?"
At that point I realized that would never have understood without an explanation:
- "This' Italy ok? A country in the hands of cunning. It ', we do not have a law just for criminals in the parliament. "
Then I explained the other two laws, one to send home after two politicians and legislatures in order to vote the person not the party.
- "I told Diego and 'a comedian'
- "Yes, and 'a comedian."
- "And it 'serious?"
- 'Yes,' a comic but it 'a serious matter "
They looked at me with eyes that said "ok, I take the piss but you're funny and I forgive you."
And then:
- "But it will serve 'this law?"
- "Probably not, find a way to cover up the process and the law will not take '. But at least people move. "
I saw them a little 'uncertain.
Meanwhile there was a band playing, we were in Piazza Maggiore, the people sang and laughed and drank. Italy in all its overwhelming beauty and vitality. '
They were fascinated and happy laughter.
In New Zealand a scene so 'they can only play the computer.
In the afternoon I shot Bologna to take pictures and I was almost moved in front of my great ignorance of Italian beauties.
Last week, I "discovered" Asolo, 20 km from my house.
I did not have a beauty so 'under the house.
And I thought, that I can still see tourists from Italy with his eyes, that perhaps we live in a country too good to be strict with our politicians.
Sarah 'the real, deep, because the very existence of Berlusconi?
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