A view of my travels to other places with no great plan.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Will they let me go
So after the long night ride I am ready to go
at 9:30. At the entrance I need to take a number. There incoming
numbers and outgoing numbers
and other numbers I am not sure about.
They call out the numbers in Italian which are not high in my
vocabulary. In short I have my passport
and out the gate at 11:00. I work my way
around the canals and arrive to see the ferry just leaving after a quick
miles. Another is in just an hour. I am riding the line of Islands
that line the
is in. Catching ferries from one to the
next. At Venice the place is not bike friendly so I
move on. Do not go on the Gondola ride with
the bike. I do not care what the rumors
are. The bike and I are just friends. With camping over priced I
decide to head for
the hills. As dark is upon me I am at
the last city at the base of the mountains.
I head up into the hills place here is for caravans only. I see lights
of a thunderstorm in the hills. A the first drops of rain start to fall
a trail I might camp on. I spend to much
time checking out the area so that five minutes earlier I would not be
tent soaked from the rain.
83.5 miles, 8:41 minutes moving, Max Speed 23.5, Moving
Stop Time 3:48,
Overall Average Speed 6.7, Start 09::30 and 00:30 Accent 1034
Feet Sunny warm day till the rain.