tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50112449885627200102024-03-28T20:27:38.214-07:00Cubo ViaggiatoreThe voyage of discovery is not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.cuboviaggiatorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17557409132825355816noreply@blogger.comBlogger118125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011244988562720010.post-88803258694845678692022-12-02T13:03:00.000-08:002022-12-02T13:03:00.214-08:00A sacred mountain for the Gran Paradiso<p><i></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLRW79XPZKpLrB1Ps_AC4CCtMmvcBmtGH1KkJNz8u2P0B2J-cviUgTtR3lemLe8-K0q0gv_IYDs3TD_BPwqmd-EsTf9C_ecZY6IRSOcoyQSq8mrr2IiphoHu6NWIk0vCYEXtVki1-uWdkjs7j4v-gX4J7lHkkjcqfddGiHIPInLgKeE9oPCFUgHTTQ/s4096/IMG20221124142907.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3072" data-original-width="4096" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLRW79XPZKpLrB1Ps_AC4CCtMmvcBmtGH1KkJNz8u2P0B2J-cviUgTtR3lemLe8-K0q0gv_IYDs3TD_BPwqmd-EsTf9C_ecZY6IRSOcoyQSq8mrr2IiphoHu6NWIk0vCYEXtVki1-uWdkjs7j4v-gX4J7lHkkjcqfddGiHIPInLgKeE9oPCFUgHTTQ/s320/IMG20221124142907.jpg" width="320" /></a></i></div><i>By Toni Farina </i><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;">As usual, there was beautiful sunshine on Saturday 26 November in Turin. It's the norm in North West Italy these days. A worrying and mocking meteorological situation, thinking of the contemporary tragedy of Ischia.<br /></p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p style="text-align: justify;">From Monte dei Cappuccini the Alps made a fine show on the horizon, reinvigorated by a very timid sprinkle of snow. Standing out among all, next to the Mole, was the Granpa. An iconic and historic combination. <br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwnREa1jRLg9SV_Ed5vkYyjmUF8a_V-8NHDpVhlcoBOY0BELw8Vq8T2lT6edHlGg7r66eNLDoXLuekv_AtNQMIQCYWOlgHu974NlwJT-54aejoBsRddlw6HI8nSbOTdJp9rqVPIGSZ4U72M3zGXAHWXIudn-a8no7yeJ6pNc1uuXsxUvXhF-qKYC02/s5406/3.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3093" data-original-width="5406" height="183" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwnREa1jRLg9SV_Ed5vkYyjmUF8a_V-8NHDpVhlcoBOY0BELw8Vq8T2lT6edHlGg7r66eNLDoXLuekv_AtNQMIQCYWOlgHu974NlwJT-54aejoBsRddlw6HI8nSbOTdJp9rqVPIGSZ4U72M3zGXAHWXIudn-a8no7yeJ6pNc1uuXsxUvXhF-qKYC02/s320/3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And it is truly singular that this Savoy city pays so little honor to its most intact and true mountains. Olympic Turin, Turin 2006, but the Gran Paradiso, the first Italian park, a centenary park, has no "citizenship" in Turin. The marginalized office down there in the suburbs basically tells us how unsacred nature is in this country. <br /></div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7yov4-cQ9a-5qcL-3oWTAoMwtSHDIsKmFxi_kqGZLabYunCKFUe0Z2laozH7jH9HTsB01uiM0PaTuw5alnAS02OVZsUedmcOYE2WAOnKkcAVoTcvRLZNXxfgMxbqNfI_rsZKeQDXGyzz_1z0BkzbNUYmeH8IoKiiBKhCRr5DaFqD03-0yIht4PZ4K/s1600/IMG-20200513-WA0005.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1071" data-original-width="1600" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7yov4-cQ9a-5qcL-3oWTAoMwtSHDIsKmFxi_kqGZLabYunCKFUe0Z2laozH7jH9HTsB01uiM0PaTuw5alnAS02OVZsUedmcOYE2WAOnKkcAVoTcvRLZNXxfgMxbqNfI_rsZKeQDXGyzz_1z0BkzbNUYmeH8IoKiiBKhCRr5DaFqD03-0yIht4PZ4K/s320/IMG-20200513-WA0005.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And this is enough to give validity to the project that was presented on Saturday 26 at the Monte dei Cappuccini, at the National Mountain Museum: a "Sacred Mountain for the Gran Paradiso". Sacred to Nature and whose summit is left to the exclusive attendance of other living beings, animals, plants or minerals (even rocks have life). 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Counting 150 presences, people who knowingly exempted themselves from the Black Friday stroll of the streets of the center to listen to the speakers. Among these Ettore, a mountaineer from Introd, a trade in laying slates on the roofs and a runner with a passion, a "sky runner".</p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Lfk28pEDoVDtC0p5PnWpYimc9JKfkrYioH_GMgzIhzr0yT13c_b3nlrtodSyKAkpcwd3d-WCOsCDsA_ymDAgUrvgcxI64DsGr1F6pQXMQ3xZQfD_HQh8JfwV23NLRMNxDaK20ugP_w-_FqH8ir3xoAmp-PTKkqOetL35fYMryLWVLRn_-EDX8Vu_/s5499/1.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3621" data-original-width="5499" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Lfk28pEDoVDtC0p5PnWpYimc9JKfkrYioH_GMgzIhzr0yT13c_b3nlrtodSyKAkpcwd3d-WCOsCDsA_ymDAgUrvgcxI64DsGr1F6pQXMQ3xZQfD_HQh8JfwV23NLRMNxDaK20ugP_w-_FqH8ir3xoAmp-PTKkqOetL35fYMryLWVLRn_-EDX8Vu_/s320/1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">His for 25 years was the ascent and descent record from the top of Gran Paradiso (2 hours and 21 minutes, it's impressive just to think about it). “But now the time has come to also learn to look at them from under the mountains,” he said. And if he says so… Technical problems prevented remote listening (we will try to fix it) and hindered the online interventions of Daniela Padoan (writer, president of the Laudato Si' Association) and Giuseppe Cederna, mountaineer actor .</div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdqFrchWKeJZvdSerHDnGlnn-rxFUhrSJ2RgKbCZ4EGGYVB5BQ0L3qAavhZpo3JhXQDqUID82MF6wXcxB-Q5tRus3cppIjp68GRSHowZn28tPRsDcRJiX_j0dXpyLmYknLbYCqOjtSGK2uKjpZYQbnak2byd4juLGeFAINQbSdrfKrVvO9Tve_9Ykh/s6000/IMG_8389.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdqFrchWKeJZvdSerHDnGlnn-rxFUhrSJ2RgKbCZ4EGGYVB5BQ0L3qAavhZpo3JhXQDqUID82MF6wXcxB-Q5tRus3cppIjp68GRSHowZn28tPRsDcRJiX_j0dXpyLmYknLbYCqOjtSGK2uKjpZYQbnak2byd4juLGeFAINQbSdrfKrVvO9Tve_9Ykh/s320/IMG_8389.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Due to logistical reasons Paolo Rumiz could not be present, who nevertheless gave his contribution with an appreciated <a href="https://www.repubblica.it/cultura/2022/11/17/news/paolo_rumiz_fascino_montagne_sacre_sinai_olimpo_alpi-374984555/" target="_blank">article in La Repubblica</a>. Present in the hall were Bruno Bassano, Director of the Gran Paradiso National Park, and Lorenzo Giacomino, young mayor of Ronco, a municipality in the Val Soana in whose territory Monveso di Forzo is located, the mountain chosen as "sacred" by the project promoter committee. Their presences are of particular significance, considering the (understandable) resistance that the project encounters at a local and institutional level.<br /></div><div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC8El9-puar8Om3mSOByxkj4DxbnLdIbaoYB8gy2XmCBVNzXwD7QBMDiCiFtmwfv0Bt2IBo_dW990N5WvB7AEWDRIK73Vf7VJkUkcL3RqUvdukqVwYhC5x550PdklV-d2ytKm6krqqW6VRQAQY9Zj0ac7iXFuSK7U_s6cSuHmQlZWizJkNnIL9V1z8/s2025/5rid.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1492" data-original-width="2025" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC8El9-puar8Om3mSOByxkj4DxbnLdIbaoYB8gy2XmCBVNzXwD7QBMDiCiFtmwfv0Bt2IBo_dW990N5WvB7AEWDRIK73Vf7VJkUkcL3RqUvdukqVwYhC5x550PdklV-d2ytKm6krqqW6VRQAQY9Zj0ac7iXFuSK7U_s6cSuHmQlZWizJkNnIL9V1z8/s320/5rid.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But the technical problems themselves were finally the subject of reflection: the technique has partly betrayed, it has shown its limits. A message: thinking that relying on technology is enough to solve environmental problems is wishful thinking. Something else is also needed, and the aforementioned tragedy of Ischia (yet another tragedy in this beautiful but fragile Italy) really tells us a lot in this regard.<br /></div><div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;">At the end, the obvious question of those present: what now? The answer is obvious, but challenging: we continue. With communication, with local sharing, discussion. And of course with <a href="https://www.sherpa-gate.com/la-montagna-sacra/" target="_blank">signing petitions on the web page</a>. At the onset of summer, then, the time will come for demonstrations up there in the mountains. It is the Mountain and all of Nature that are sacred.</p></div></div>cuboviaggiatorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17557409132825355816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011244988562720010.post-72081298559227511092021-06-15T06:33:00.001-07:002022-12-02T13:35:01.284-08:00Sardinia Tour 2019: Last stage Magomadas - Porto Torres<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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And here we are at the story of the last stage of this exciting journey by Giorgio, Lorenzo and Tom. The guys truly deserve all the compliments they got in their <a href="https://www.facebook.com/cuboviaggiatore.net/" target="_blank">Facebook</a> posts. Thanks to Lorenzo who did a great job of writing and preparing the photos to be able to tell you the best of the stages of this journey.<br />
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Last night I rested really well, maybe I still had the tasting of Luciano's wines in my body, I wake up very early anyway, immediately a look at the sky, gray but it doesn't rain, I try to feel the outside temperature, cold!<br />
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We are in May and in Sardinia, in Turin there are thunderstorms, but the temperature is milder. We get ready, we are not in the hotel, we try to leave everything in order, Mavi and Renato are waiting for us for breakfast, making us taste different types of jams made by them, all very good, but the persimmon one would have finished it all, very good.<br />
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I noticed how they manage to put people at ease, it is not the merit of many. It's time to move, Renato will accompany us for a long stretch of road, a little bit of sun a photo, we say goodbye to Mavi and then off to the last goalş<br />
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We quickly go down to Bosa Marina, we cross it, there are few people, many of these houses are only open in the summer. Renato anticipates us and prepares us to face the roughness of the road which are many, he knows the territory and describes every ravine to me, from the Silversmith Tower to the natural inlets.<br />
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We arrive in an area where Griffins nest and are present, he tells me that in this weather it is easy to see them in flight. A few minutes pass and here is a couple above us, they are huge, they have a wingspan of about two meters.<br />
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I observe them and try to photograph them, not even a stroke of the wings, they remain suspended, exploiting the currents, nature fascinates me and this seems to be perfect.<br />
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Pedaling Renato manages to describe some types of plants and their ancient use. We arrive at the highest point, from there on downhill, and subsequently gentle ups and downs that will take us to Alghero.<br />
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It was many years that I had not passed through Alghero, always beautiful, in my opinion still improved, let's take a tour of its pretty alleys. <br />
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Today they celebrate the twentieth anniversary of the park's birth, the town is all decorated in the streets colored cages are suspended open as a symbol of freedom. <br />
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These are important moments and there is a lot of participation. We stop to eat a sandwich and a slice of pizza in a focacceria, all good. Then a subsequent stop for a coffee and we head to Porto Torres, still 38 km and our Tour in Sardinia will be concluded, the first 20 km we face for the last time our travel companion, "The cold wind of Mistral.<br />
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Here is Porto Torres, it is 2.30 pm we have a drink, I call Antonio and Grazia, friends who have moved here to Porto Torres, they are out for a commitment, I write to Grazia and we postpone the embrace to this summer. The phone rings, it's Renato, he asks me how she went, I reassure him, another gesture of attention that made me really happy.<br />
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It is right to analyze this experience in Sardinia, Giorgio's program was broadly respected, the few changes to the route were made due to the adversity of the weather, we visited beautiful territories, some certainly to be reviewed with longer stopsş<br />
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Now let's go back to our daily life, we took a little space, we pedaled, we felt the air on our faces, perhaps too much, but this is our passion, we go up and down always looking at new goals. Now we enjoy our families. A couple of days and we will miss the Mistral too.
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Reflections and thoughts of my travel companions:<br />
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<b>TOM</b> - It was beautiful, we will always carry this journey in our hearts. " TANTA ROBA".</div>
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<b>GIORGIO</b> - The passion for cycle-trips has been inherent in me for a long time, the first trip in 2013 to remember a dear friend who left us too soon during a mountain excursion, <a href="https://www.cuboviaggiatore.net/2013/08/racconto-di-viaggio-santiago-de.html">il cammino di Santiago de Compostela</a>. Since then I have experienced seven wonderful cycle trips, the last one in the company of Tom and Lorenzo who through his posts manages to convey the spirit and emotions felt, which I have never done, always keeping them to myself, but thanks to reading his posts I feel the desire to try in the future. A special thanks to Tom and Lorenzo who shared this journey with me and to all the people we met on our tour, I will always carry them in my heart.</div>
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cuboviaggiatorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17557409132825355816noreply@blogger.com007046 Porto Torres SS, Italia40.8283713 8.341700612.518137463821155 -26.8145494 69.138605136178853 43.497950599999996tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011244988562720010.post-88401565082926923682021-06-14T14:01:00.002-07:002021-06-14T14:04:07.875-07:00Cycling in the Uzzone Valley, the Langa of Cortemilia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhahRFnN9QS2sGdfH56vS0aCCXcV-z8IaCaE1RYaRZaYW7B7bOA7H692J4R4keudIiXPToMNOIQmEV6LigHaG2wACn1YGDpGRUTUqs8dKdeR8RA-ComJyBwENsGCVyAQyj9F8LinlUnPhY/s2048/1A.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhahRFnN9QS2sGdfH56vS0aCCXcV-z8IaCaE1RYaRZaYW7B7bOA7H692J4R4keudIiXPToMNOIQmEV6LigHaG2wACn1YGDpGRUTUqs8dKdeR8RA-ComJyBwENsGCVyAQyj9F8LinlUnPhY/s320/1A.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p><i>by <a href="https://www.cuboviaggiatore.net/p/i-contributori-di-cuboviaggiatore.html#Toni%20Farina">Toni Farina</a> </i><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Alta Langa, on the border with Liguria. The Uzzone stream flows into the Bormida di Millesimo in Cortemilia. The valley that takes its name is wedged between the Bormida di Millesimo Valley to the west and the Bormida di Spigno to the east.<br /><span></span></p><a name='more'></a> <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtd9kVjsiInK_ROKXv2dFpw8W4ErUkKru7taSd8EQ9lgwvqOcHa34KdrPWU_Y3KV4FcpyA27Dr9wCvXIUsEl4oyiZJ-x_boDFlORG72LzxlX1-Ujx9hjwYrf9Qdn5vayUScTsfq_TqFEM/s2048/1.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtd9kVjsiInK_ROKXv2dFpw8W4ErUkKru7taSd8EQ9lgwvqOcHa34KdrPWU_Y3KV4FcpyA27Dr9wCvXIUsEl4oyiZJ-x_boDFlORG72LzxlX1-Ujx9hjwYrf9Qdn5vayUScTsfq_TqFEM/s320/1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div style="text-align: justify;">A valley where the woods have largely replaced the crops of a time. However, the terraces are still visible in many areas that characterized the agricultural landscape in an important way. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTmffMsfYSEodTtAptZLjTGKeEU1AzeE9xHdyGwW9kfoPQOwD_soffGvSnCTwznyhAeUT3nCfNFDyL4R6dYYClaucvHlybP3sMwpPdRcrRJk30dd6QkqNHuPs98ftfPmsSBkGVndqkisc/s2048/59.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTmffMsfYSEodTtAptZLjTGKeEU1AzeE9xHdyGwW9kfoPQOwD_soffGvSnCTwznyhAeUT3nCfNFDyL4R6dYYClaucvHlybP3sMwpPdRcrRJk30dd6QkqNHuPs98ftfPmsSBkGVndqkisc/s320/59.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Their historical and landscape value and the importance of their conservation are enshrined in the presence of the <a href="https://www.beniculturali.it/luogo/ecomuseo-dei-terrazzamenti-e-della-vite" target="_blank">Ecomuseum of the Terraces and the Vine</a>. <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaQmt0rXJYAP4whJp_OM0a0mxGnNKifOL-Cou6EiAyq3gE1NBkDKKfVCmNAuQkVbrIucEw4LoF27u8K8pby2HP8L5wBxFqEYGhjp9bhLANbNgE233UafSN5RdfSMqCID-ewQxCi_Voygk/s2048/4.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaQmt0rXJYAP4whJp_OM0a0mxGnNKifOL-Cou6EiAyq3gE1NBkDKKfVCmNAuQkVbrIucEw4LoF27u8K8pby2HP8L5wBxFqEYGhjp9bhLANbNgE233UafSN5RdfSMqCID-ewQxCi_Voygk/s320/4.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The absence of motor traffic, a real absence in many roads, makes the area ideal for cycling. You can program several days in absolute tranquility. What is said refers to three days in a clockwise direction: departure from Cortemilia, going on the right orographic ridge and returning to the opposite ridge. <br /></div><div><p>
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<b><span style="color: blue;">Three days of cycling in Alta Langa, "in a free range of winds"</span></b> <br /><hr style="color: blue;" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo_9vhHnhBqW5CRFtGe3nIHgCs5mvo1FvJOrD3uonPvgxambbsTJdj_YwlK94LqEpEsx-Mj2LUJcUy8pZq5vyZTHirJwgWkudJxCm7UdcYeXYAxOFMlWnbj4JlQ8maNIkfiFhPTbzbtmM/s2048/2.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1074" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo_9vhHnhBqW5CRFtGe3nIHgCs5mvo1FvJOrD3uonPvgxambbsTJdj_YwlK94LqEpEsx-Mj2LUJcUy8pZq5vyZTHirJwgWkudJxCm7UdcYeXYAxOFMlWnbj4JlQ8maNIkfiFhPTbzbtmM/s320/2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">How not to think of Fenoglio (Il Partigiano Johnny) up here, on this welcoming ridge between the Uzzone Valley and the Bormida di Spigno Valley. Up here with the sea wind (the Marin) that envelops everything in humid and wandering mists, waiting for the Mistral wind that combs the grass and clears the horizons. <br /></div><div><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRQJylC_WSZfwH_rlF2oSW3EAyMzYyeTlFFsFUh40XfeT7Oi2PKkzY3LgHPt4ZWivEtViiAyaY769bYZ0yfWI-a5hgfqSBoFYPD1t61RWXmoV8N_0eM8IspKmZQI9QFB0riM-Tzh0ORq0/s1760/3.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1568" data-original-width="1760" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRQJylC_WSZfwH_rlF2oSW3EAyMzYyeTlFFsFUh40XfeT7Oi2PKkzY3LgHPt4ZWivEtViiAyaY769bYZ0yfWI-a5hgfqSBoFYPD1t61RWXmoV8N_0eM8IspKmZQI9QFB0riM-Tzh0ORq0/s320/3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Up here it is a challenge of twenty (without winners), a harbinger for us pedalers of opposing sensations: the first humid, the second exhilarating. <br /></div><div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfr6Jbdx596KyGC7SB0b9FFtoQlY0G702MKky0ugvFxHKSwj9_961poRZ2ThJ7yBR9ZZwxJYrqVWRW2HX-IteDKman3WLTNyGw9pOt7HFZhmi3yBcYFGtH2Y2fIROMBtPgQhuznTNSJpA/s2048/4.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfr6Jbdx596KyGC7SB0b9FFtoQlY0G702MKky0ugvFxHKSwj9_961poRZ2ThJ7yBR9ZZwxJYrqVWRW2HX-IteDKman3WLTNyGw9pOt7HFZhmi3yBcYFGtH2Y2fIROMBtPgQhuznTNSJpA/s320/4.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And these three days of pedaling in Alta Langa were really exciting.<br />Langa di Cortemilia, Langa of hazelnut and terracing. Langa di Fenoglio.<br /></div></div><div><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ZPb4cYJaNjEYSfiv2Hg3VbKZC1DTvomrhP4aFwkVdNhC5JeR7nB_K1H1Cftba0HcNpWylL5cU3EqicTeAHLt_hQuw7kwiEYThhor4RKzaxbzAe4JG7EOFywGHvLfW2PdZFuKzx8h1v4/s2048/5+Poggio+delle+Ginestre.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1530" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ZPb4cYJaNjEYSfiv2Hg3VbKZC1DTvomrhP4aFwkVdNhC5JeR7nB_K1H1Cftba0HcNpWylL5cU3EqicTeAHLt_hQuw7kwiEYThhor4RKzaxbzAe4JG7EOFywGHvLfW2PdZFuKzx8h1v4/s320/5+Poggio+delle+Ginestre.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>"Okay, I'll wait for you, but I can only give you breakfast ..."</b><br />"But there is a kitchen area ..."<br />The tone of voice of Tania, owner of the <a href="https://www.poggiodelleginestre.com/en/" target="_blank">B&B Il Poggio delle Ginestre</a>, it is just the right professional, what is needed to put the potential guest at ease.<br />No dinner served therefore, but local kitchen available. That's okay, the bags are roomy and it won't be half a kilo of pasta and a can of (organic) peas to make the difference. In this era of Covid then, it is better to avoid the crowds. On the other hand, it is not difficult in Alta Langa.<br />As often happens, the journey begins on Google maps united in informing (and confusing) the traveler. Then there is the weather, which announces: scattered clouds on the first day, clear and windy (and cool) the other two.<br />The friend of mine Enrico Rivella, a sublime connoisseur of these places (and not only them), was generous with information and advice that we will only partially follow (time is running out).</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8aes6UFw_ISYQ9yCe3qico-ast41cAaNwdP2GFSsVxF2IbTEocYTlkGyF6-0VVDzyG6Y_npOwFFNEk6s4MKg8ksmolPHRbg_Ubhaxd_4mBupCYFdJbTju6FnviIO9rKCirQCOJy6UJ4M/s1600/6.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="552" data-original-width="1600" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8aes6UFw_ISYQ9yCe3qico-ast41cAaNwdP2GFSsVxF2IbTEocYTlkGyF6-0VVDzyG6Y_npOwFFNEk6s4MKg8ksmolPHRbg_Ubhaxd_4mBupCYFdJbTju6FnviIO9rKCirQCOJy6UJ4M/s320/6.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Let's go!<br />Let's go, but when you get to Cortemilia the "scattered clouds" are actually low and compact clouds. The sea is not far away and imposes its rule of humid air that climbs the steep and verdant slopes of Liguria and creeps into the Langhe valleys, which are also green for this reason.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKVp0yGynMDTn0cJoPjnQjyj6Z37Ut28d1O5Q-3PjKqRN17AvoZnjr3BTRdalftogq8M4vQgOHaPm0lVSyG0rpkrzkprnAJlYCE-l9M0REWN7mDDWISQNzL2ReKTfsOtY9w4osg_vnt5U/s2048/7+D%2527improvviso+la+cappa+si+alza.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKVp0yGynMDTn0cJoPjnQjyj6Z37Ut28d1O5Q-3PjKqRN17AvoZnjr3BTRdalftogq8M4vQgOHaPm0lVSyG0rpkrzkprnAJlYCE-l9M0REWN7mDDWISQNzL2ReKTfsOtY9w4osg_vnt5U/s320/7+D%2527improvviso+la+cappa+si+alza.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Direction Serole, after crossing the Uzzone stream, there are wide hairpin bends on the right side of the homonymous valley. The characteristic dry stone walls surround it, admirable testimonies of the rural world and its millenary know-how.<br />Going up, the mists turn into drizzle and force us to countermeasures. Out of the jackets, what will a bit of Langa dew ever be? And then in the afternoon the weather announces the sun ...<br />It borders, from the Langa of Cuneo to that of Asti. And Asti is the village of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Serole" target="_blank">Serole</a>. Few houses, a lot of quiet. Astigiana is also the drizzling mist, which however wets the same as that of the Granda. The map informs us that we have passed through the Bormida di Spigno Valley. You travel on a narrow and winding road, high on the picturesque gullies. Which would be even more picturesque if we could see them, but you don't go beyond the 10 meters granted by these marine vapors.<br />But where is the sun? My travel companions look at me badly ...<br />Suddenly, however, the hood rises and the road stretches out on a welcoming ridge.<br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjju_fDHbn2iMiHAEEYicsImerNPQkq20ky0nwYr8PYtS1-ImQBhc798hr3Eb5yx-QMnt65lS7YEr72GmzCtEvB47edjeGd5kLNS0pv0Qv1UdDcshB-b6HwPNfJVOHF8p_ITd46j5CW3ME/s2048/8+Fra+Piemonte+e+Liguria.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjju_fDHbn2iMiHAEEYicsImerNPQkq20ky0nwYr8PYtS1-ImQBhc798hr3Eb5yx-QMnt65lS7YEr72GmzCtEvB47edjeGd5kLNS0pv0Qv1UdDcshB-b6HwPNfJVOHF8p_ITd46j5CW3ME/s320/8+Fra+Piemonte+e+Liguria.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We are back in the Uzzone Valley, but beware of the next crossroads that if we make a mistake we will find ourselves in Savona on the beach. We are on the border of Liguria, and Ligurian sounds have toponyms: <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Piana_Crixia" target="_blank">Piana Crixia</a>, the natural park, a starting point for future trips.<br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgi9cF6SKO4HdkTGPiswXhzj4rSp0HyOa60o49hUtonircXoQhxlitN7snWpF0tiRy1lZExbaR9Xcy6NOtXSSu6cB6ce9hFR6OYOzi9RLmn841M-h2uJE0fCalV3dI1lt3gEzIirRjpAI/s2048/9.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1705" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgi9cF6SKO4HdkTGPiswXhzj4rSp0HyOa60o49hUtonircXoQhxlitN7snWpF0tiRy1lZExbaR9Xcy6NOtXSSu6cB6ce9hFR6OYOzi9RLmn841M-h2uJE0fCalV3dI1lt3gEzIirRjpAI/s320/9.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But now we stay in Piedmont. Despite the return of the fog we manage to identify the right direction: we go west, on a wider road that climbs from Pezzolo. The stillness continues to reign supreme, and so does the fog.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL1cO6NjVabP_OxZlOmsLz_FkMsdQeHifZKQPhJz6FRtaoaLFyLI1pqtr58fpyREJ0ogDljslIMVP7a1JzMdRefUohp-AZZ-2TMT5bTBc1UMNESC-WxAt5LKV7QPj1y-Ludj4wX8ENS5A/s2048/10.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL1cO6NjVabP_OxZlOmsLz_FkMsdQeHifZKQPhJz6FRtaoaLFyLI1pqtr58fpyREJ0ogDljslIMVP7a1JzMdRefUohp-AZZ-2TMT5bTBc1UMNESC-WxAt5LKV7QPj1y-Ludj4wX8ENS5A/s320/10.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And it is by pure chance, or due to a favorable astral conjunction, that we see the signpost "Gorrino" in the scrub, Pezzolo hamlet, where the first night in Langa is scheduled. And it is again by pure chance, or by an even more favorable astral conjunction, that we see the signpost "<a href="https://www.poggiodelleginestre.com/en/" target="_blank">B&B Poggio delle Ginestre</a>". Hurray!<br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br />
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<b><span style="color: blue;">First day</span></b> <br /><hr style="color: blue;" /><div style="text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgonvtxx6PZuT7v1qaCN5PoBNHtKrXg1w2_gcVj0MVM0h3k8-YeDnFTy8-vWTv7sACkQ1sgE56Hm3mIA9hR44jcOkImqbzQxEieoAzuVRu8iLjvmznRAWZ8lF0B1EF3d6vRCo9tm9eJK6A/s2048/11.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1471" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgonvtxx6PZuT7v1qaCN5PoBNHtKrXg1w2_gcVj0MVM0h3k8-YeDnFTy8-vWTv7sACkQ1sgE56Hm3mIA9hR44jcOkImqbzQxEieoAzuVRu8iLjvmznRAWZ8lF0B1EF3d6vRCo9tm9eJK6A/s320/11.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><i>Kilometers traveled: 17<br />Motor vehicles encountered: 3. </i><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">A landing place between woods and terraces<br />This is the Poggio delle Ginestre. For us, pedal travelers, a sumptuous shelter after a day of navigation by intuition, lost in the vapors that the Ligurian Sea sometimes sends to these parts.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiehvrl41xo9orL9LaiCxW4GYsQouQyht-vWe-lg_1RZZywTISLDd8Af9S8vJDtjD2QmFFOMPdc1CSw0uaRQTbpXSPkL4C7sDxALUy2pfklCdhPTpds7XeguB52hKyBtrxCf2-TcaW2sUw/s2048/12.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1608" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiehvrl41xo9orL9LaiCxW4GYsQouQyht-vWe-lg_1RZZywTISLDd8Af9S8vJDtjD2QmFFOMPdc1CSw0uaRQTbpXSPkL4C7sDxALUy2pfklCdhPTpds7XeguB52hKyBtrxCf2-TcaW2sUw/s320/12.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">To remind us that in Piedmont, in addition to the mountains, the plains and the hills (and which hills, in this case) there is also the sea. The two buildings of the b & b are the result of a wise and careful renovation. Renovation? Not at all! Tania, the owner, explains to us: “The structure was an old stone barn that I really wanted to recover and not simply renovate. The aim was to maintain the local style, using wood, stone and natural paints ”.<br />Chapeau a Tania (see video below).<br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVAl2fC7XpBzU3z-Uy-13gRSOyfNu3XBRe5yYDHNg0H7CIUej-WGQzBx6peCXZqngzv4YMeqg0Hr_WPfnJVFi0XMKpgST5Xu5ALLVNSxboALaISrpWr4JcS0NsEay15_6ysVs-Gnla-8M/s2048/13.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1341" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVAl2fC7XpBzU3z-Uy-13gRSOyfNu3XBRe5yYDHNg0H7CIUej-WGQzBx6peCXZqngzv4YMeqg0Hr_WPfnJVFi0XMKpgST5Xu5ALLVNSxboALaISrpWr4JcS0NsEay15_6ysVs-Gnla-8M/s320/13.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A la carte dinner. Pasta, tuna and peas, as in the days of free youth camps. In this case, however, the dinner is complemented by a fresh goat robiolina, purchased from a nearby farm.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhefvzFzju87DR2I8JIpiU_HLamIxpoTLiVYaVXMIY36CDWk15uy5IHwyhzLqIsRUMh-IhKY41kxQEiypEVx26H5LzQ-iXWE9Nw2xfRO_Q0LexE6ktbOy1TYEWbVh-60dsV6SDlR7x6Ss/s2048/14.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1239" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhefvzFzju87DR2I8JIpiU_HLamIxpoTLiVYaVXMIY36CDWk15uy5IHwyhzLqIsRUMh-IhKY41kxQEiypEVx26H5LzQ-iXWE9Nw2xfRO_Q0LexE6ktbOy1TYEWbVh-60dsV6SDlR7x6Ss/s320/14.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A product at "1 kilometers".<br />Dark comes early. Despite the absence of lights (what is light pollution?), Stubborn clouds hide the stars from us. But, in addition to being a landing place for sailors without a compass, the Poggio is also a landing place for winds.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb-E6fIIsml-PofL5CIUlYD7EynDR2aBaOxQ3pEbJT417X3fh6cbA7jxZ-xnSULA6zk895Xhyme4ytw5aCTNs5H1G6e7PSw4h0q_dPwthEhASJPF8oqejpU7G75fIoIhlsbX20eTH8Fzc/s2048/15.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1457" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb-E6fIIsml-PofL5CIUlYD7EynDR2aBaOxQ3pEbJT417X3fh6cbA7jxZ-xnSULA6zk895Xhyme4ytw5aCTNs5H1G6e7PSw4h0q_dPwthEhASJPF8oqejpU7G75fIoIhlsbX20eTH8Fzc/s320/15.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">They challenge each other continuously, and every victory is provisional. So it can happen that during the night the Mistral gets the better of the Scirocco (the Marin). And so, in the morning, looking out of the window, you rub your eyes for too much light. <br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYrVowUhafqEdzjydA4Y7dKRG3J0QRCzqVDkS2PwvEUrBi9R9Sgk9wL3I36ouUrvjz4gw2mkXoqLVbW4WK_wGRMy6O1CLgUf6aIJmXOZn8zME_WlPp8Kw_G10CKDn0dbSTP2ydYW7BdVk/s1404/17.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1404" data-original-width="1224" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYrVowUhafqEdzjydA4Y7dKRG3J0QRCzqVDkS2PwvEUrBi9R9Sgk9wL3I36ouUrvjz4gw2mkXoqLVbW4WK_wGRMy6O1CLgUf6aIJmXOZn8zME_WlPp8Kw_G10CKDn0dbSTP2ydYW7BdVk/s320/17.JPG" /></a></div>And you get lost in an infinite and too blue sky, in elusive horizons. On one side the Ligurians, on the other the Cozie, and the church of Gorrino that emerges from the foliage.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdWtw-Dm466ts8eAXIH9DxkNbNKftH4KMMjxsclwcWWKv1lXPwwW1-Ugt16ISZqj0OYyOYe4hmw7nUM5a0x2Pc5dbfiDy9Gp8aycFFCNBNIzpsn4fyfuIRMevFrtFFNzGVXxVqKLLxxIA/s2048/18.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdWtw-Dm466ts8eAXIH9DxkNbNKftH4KMMjxsclwcWWKv1lXPwwW1-Ugt16ISZqj0OYyOYe4hmw7nUM5a0x2Pc5dbfiDy9Gp8aycFFCNBNIzpsn4fyfuIRMevFrtFFNzGVXxVqKLLxxIA/s320/18.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We linger with pleasure: a look around, a look at the garden (bio: not just a slogan), a group photo, then off we go.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZdjRYd6kTK1GCXDybweIeT8hhpTMf4XS4PgUlB0DSmc00JfavQgOVaIFn5su5vxYT3fMjNXS2B_DZDFZ9DOo9YI8eIOuKdjigGjszHAQVkmcMClT4-eEELprAUP8soNIQ6VptoeS-_xI/s2048/19.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZdjRYd6kTK1GCXDybweIeT8hhpTMf4XS4PgUlB0DSmc00JfavQgOVaIFn5su5vxYT3fMjNXS2B_DZDFZ9DOo9YI8eIOuKdjigGjszHAQVkmcMClT4-eEELprAUP8soNIQ6VptoeS-_xI/s320/19.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Today is a long stage, but haste is banned. The May sun is with us.<br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKuGTYCgzPe9ygzxVGbw_MRr0XWNxMRj6dzKRmOP_IrJ1BiJ1-GtxFJOdqd2-dmSCx6EcgFQUOWIIE9RuEMzJMDX6SP2Zotdk_hi_w6cVjaOmRqSk2qpqbhc620zxAnhrrE_mH4XkO4T8/s2048/20.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKuGTYCgzPe9ygzxVGbw_MRr0XWNxMRj6dzKRmOP_IrJ1BiJ1-GtxFJOdqd2-dmSCx6EcgFQUOWIIE9RuEMzJMDX6SP2Zotdk_hi_w6cVjaOmRqSk2qpqbhc620zxAnhrrE_mH4XkO4T8/s320/20.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Let's go, "in a free wing of twenty".<br />Let's go. A greeting to the welcoming Poggio, you go through dense woods and sudden clearings and welcoming ridges. <br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfW7RAsL58o39umkYpzKgRAiKzEwsn1MDooizbwcQTmdZRuDL501RmOVz0MoNs9P8dbJFjFt3DNAu9wPYRDDPgHSpSK-8jFQs1A2OOU2lMcTThKuMeEAdmD8ccF3jQ-cnas0aRvlfuEVI/s2048/21.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfW7RAsL58o39umkYpzKgRAiKzEwsn1MDooizbwcQTmdZRuDL501RmOVz0MoNs9P8dbJFjFt3DNAu9wPYRDDPgHSpSK-8jFQs1A2OOU2lMcTThKuMeEAdmD8ccF3jQ-cnas0aRvlfuEVI/s320/21.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>And even more welcoming today is the ridge of yesterday that we reach by walking backwards for a while along the road of the day before. Up there, “in a free range of winds”, we hang between Piedmont and Liguria, with the Mistral that pushes us offshore. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT4ZfSMspRfe9qzNFVhg_aE9EQi-TWfiLfjU5Odg_rkJDavWh76EJoCnFBv8a96cMS9Q6mS2Hfbur2FBToXGJsM0ljaMs19jFae85PRvBlBGEig__XqBi1LzbIAnfbV5FqEZq7xBMLNmg/s2048/22.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT4ZfSMspRfe9qzNFVhg_aE9EQi-TWfiLfjU5Odg_rkJDavWh76EJoCnFBv8a96cMS9Q6mS2Hfbur2FBToXGJsM0ljaMs19jFae85PRvBlBGEig__XqBi1LzbIAnfbV5FqEZq7xBMLNmg/s320/22.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sail at noon, direction "Todocco Sanctuary".<br />The time to lay our gaze on Pian Soave (Soave in name and in fact) and the wood swallows us. Dense forest, but in the rare windows you can see the sanctuary, against the sky on a ridge.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj20YHba7ve_qqu9XMYfNhakZuPIQ9hhgP8cixuf3BBD34_Vi52OQJpkfEWsZqwsVg5TSh3RtuoUu2xFeGjX6g4eO1B0KQLImbNbyQP-8wcvtlq34-nA4rIioUHtIdRNPt_x-nqEg6-vi0/s2048/23.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1369" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj20YHba7ve_qqu9XMYfNhakZuPIQ9hhgP8cixuf3BBD34_Vi52OQJpkfEWsZqwsVg5TSh3RtuoUu2xFeGjX6g4eO1B0KQLImbNbyQP-8wcvtlq34-nA4rIioUHtIdRNPt_x-nqEg6-vi0/s320/23.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">From the deceptive map I imagined it on a plateau, but it is not. I imagined him silent, and so he is. Traveling during the week is a privilege.<br />At Todocco a pause for reflection is required. There are two roads and two possibilities to go down to the valley floor, in Castelletto Uzzone.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJgnuaJBcvDESzH4O6dI1CDx9IACZZQlHALO8oNWjZMwMXLqR7B3zw5jjtDKjYrHGa07OTmm_Dn-bkgrFa6yHyHplu9qDU6qGPPFzRFCdxwcF0KWjwWZMY3QdvCEz4bEzEiwpb1B9Q-3A/s2048/24.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1596" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJgnuaJBcvDESzH4O6dI1CDx9IACZZQlHALO8oNWjZMwMXLqR7B3zw5jjtDKjYrHGa07OTmm_Dn-bkgrFa6yHyHplu9qDU6qGPPFzRFCdxwcF0KWjwWZMY3QdvCEz4bEzEiwpb1B9Q-3A/s320/24.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Direct, safe and without unknowns the first, well indicated by a road sign. The second is longer and completely uncertain, with no indications.<br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Obviously we choose the latter, relying on intuition and fate. Which lead us on a small road in the thick of the scrub, between walls surrounded by vegetation and scattered villages.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjamQ9J76ROgimCxecVexQ76XCsziWJ6sQdJf0pB-436Vsd-ofeD11tQtMVZlHsdfuAYa9_5rvJDww6qOPuKB5GnITZTfiGpVbVkoELsZ0vakoPUofEP0Ub4AzSLuVlFNRxQwd79gbeDJM/s2048/24A.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1520" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjamQ9J76ROgimCxecVexQ76XCsziWJ6sQdJf0pB-436Vsd-ofeD11tQtMVZlHsdfuAYa9_5rvJDww6qOPuKB5GnITZTfiGpVbVkoELsZ0vakoPUofEP0Ub4AzSLuVlFNRxQwd79gbeDJM/s320/24A.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We only see the indications, will they really exist? With these questions (unanswered) we arrive at a crossroads, but above all we find, hanging in a precarious position on a log, the sign indicating "Castelletto Uzzone". You go down, and what a descent!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Uo4GNII9fTs4Hcznxh2NSj-XlVWZZJfK8nepo-AUSUcf43UgIyywKLZFtR254BZpFcCSYNgtZq4LGY2eD-aYdlZCp_nAfAQIVdrfL5pFkj_uFYmiG3Si4XZ6z9VzoREuiNjK2tGJiMM/s2048/25.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Uo4GNII9fTs4Hcznxh2NSj-XlVWZZJfK8nepo-AUSUcf43UgIyywKLZFtR254BZpFcCSYNgtZq4LGY2eD-aYdlZCp_nAfAQIVdrfL5pFkj_uFYmiG3Si4XZ6z9VzoREuiNjK2tGJiMM/s320/25.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A swoop, to be faced with great caution. The gravel is very treacherous ...<br />With aching wrists and singing brakes, we leave the scrub to land in San Michele, a pretty village on the right side of the valley. And here the slope finally grants respite, with great relief for wrists and brakes.<br />(Photo 26 is missing) San Michele welcomes us with beautiful homes and an old chestnut tree. It stands there among the houses, like a monument, a natural sculpture. A totem, to which we pay due homage before descending on the last, and more relaxing, descent. <br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCegTI2lkyCSxo-YbAWeC3ibv1pPHL_wQbp_ZxwDxEQbsjWqzX3HW97eZ-xhnSRQugMTtbpuqa4ILSMVVx8CrBhyPB6igMuH44bJfAVep_drcZskaFlAcVGxfrjrmjCuXeMC3amZBjOU4/s2048/27.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCegTI2lkyCSxo-YbAWeC3ibv1pPHL_wQbp_ZxwDxEQbsjWqzX3HW97eZ-xhnSRQugMTtbpuqa4ILSMVVx8CrBhyPB6igMuH44bJfAVep_drcZskaFlAcVGxfrjrmjCuXeMC3amZBjOU4/s320/27.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Go up to Prunetto da Castelletto, the road is very beautiful"<br />His friend Enrico Rivella is right. We follow his advice and we are happy with it. Thanks Enrico.<br />Hairpin bends wind through woods and daisy-studded meadows. <br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3bHDl-TAOoZR2pb6mVR93fVB5GwrdRLMFgDp3xKyZofOrIJnXk3nQy35JQfSkaBnnijkSNQ0D05HxRiky87uifWCYimlJn8ffAQvtJ555aNmoOEcS_75vz5aw5N3iFoPUig0E7BIRteM/s2048/28.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1374" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3bHDl-TAOoZR2pb6mVR93fVB5GwrdRLMFgDp3xKyZofOrIJnXk3nQy35JQfSkaBnnijkSNQ0D05HxRiky87uifWCYimlJn8ffAQvtJ555aNmoOEcS_75vz5aw5N3iFoPUig0E7BIRteM/s320/28.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Valuable artifacts (in the sense of hand-made) on the side of the road announce a beautiful experience: La Banca del Fare (do not confuse with the “government of doing”, please).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMZ1iHpZnJ5uSv0bL2v5Mz_jbkXHpPgyF-fYwj_Ei4Q-ruPP6sAem3zK1x5H73u3YLYi5YeeLDQklCyll8elaOvVWhPVad-VznoOkI8yOtA7-s0E0ibiangRd1-PGf6T08vcAu9EEI0ds/s2048/29.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMZ1iHpZnJ5uSv0bL2v5Mz_jbkXHpPgyF-fYwj_Ei4Q-ruPP6sAem3zK1x5H73u3YLYi5YeeLDQklCyll8elaOvVWhPVad-VznoOkI8yOtA7-s0E0ibiangRd1-PGf6T08vcAu9EEI0ds/s320/29.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In Cascina Crocetta, every year in summer, an architectural recovery school is set up, curated by the <a href="http://www.parcoculturalealtalanga.org/?lang=en" target="_blank">Alta Langa di Monesiglio cultural park.</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkLd1iW9Xy5739Of3Ns41dKgShqOh1FddmJXFsVDkF2qnaAEeMYRL7-mdYqvWJYQ75327TN4iNmfqI5t19AdaZaM6vjchOMrJIWUcWtyB-3IHqP9spY277F1Wo2IwCm-wg547QXXoxUFU/s2048/30.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkLd1iW9Xy5739Of3Ns41dKgShqOh1FddmJXFsVDkF2qnaAEeMYRL7-mdYqvWJYQ75327TN4iNmfqI5t19AdaZaM6vjchOMrJIWUcWtyB-3IHqP9spY277F1Wo2IwCm-wg547QXXoxUFU/s320/30.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Student camps, where young people fix walls and slippers. They learn the art and put it aside. School and conservative recovery: good.<br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5DJatEMMUJUIXCLJQEhG5MCk8xFC5RLucQX8yh9Dh28hJzUBS675BG0o_F5PPwIdpT1-zx1MxV0dEY9zgHr3amssplWDBCA9Qy2Holb9cJZfd6dNc8VqzdxpBz6ucORv_OCzGzBegS9w/s2048/34.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5DJatEMMUJUIXCLJQEhG5MCk8xFC5RLucQX8yh9Dh28hJzUBS675BG0o_F5PPwIdpT1-zx1MxV0dEY9zgHr3amssplWDBCA9Qy2Holb9cJZfd6dNc8VqzdxpBz6ucORv_OCzGzBegS9w/s320/34.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Higher up, the skyline of the Castello di Prunetto indicates the direction. The destination is the <a href="https://www.locandaprunetto.it/" target="_blank">Locanda del Borgo</a>, where the second night in Langa is planned. <br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRmFRDucnHHwdroTk3BG92TvYyO5eIVuQc7lhvk92sVZp3gx-ktVuChC0JvHxsXmiG6rvhZbr2K7nE1p0iyyV-MGLuGijpsyWJgwdwc3EYXYRkjlfC9qWGhrjs9iMshWZ5knwiNZ69iTU/s1965/33.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1382" data-original-width="1965" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRmFRDucnHHwdroTk3BG92TvYyO5eIVuQc7lhvk92sVZp3gx-ktVuChC0JvHxsXmiG6rvhZbr2K7nE1p0iyyV-MGLuGijpsyWJgwdwc3EYXYRkjlfC9qWGhrjs9iMshWZ5knwiNZ69iTU/s320/33.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Inn located in the village, in a singular location, dominated by the overhanging (and somewhat disturbing) wall of the castle.<br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy5ygCgrONZVwHxB_COC53X_M8MsRa-0YhGhO8R8ISnA1QUX3HzvCmtKnCzx5cQbbb5rN8WCa6_uJT1nou4ExXCHUw54YKykOHBJA9KIj3RKeFPArql4zdyPnkrraJ56Mz740Ta5_qVpY/s2048/35.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy5ygCgrONZVwHxB_COC53X_M8MsRa-0YhGhO8R8ISnA1QUX3HzvCmtKnCzx5cQbbb5rN8WCa6_uJT1nou4ExXCHUw54YKykOHBJA9KIj3RKeFPArql4zdyPnkrraJ56Mz740Ta5_qVpY/s320/35.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Going up from Castelletto instead of from Gottasecca, as the initial idea predicted, we did not pass through Colma and the nearby Bosco di Faggi.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh19-JGhcafTwJI1vWn0Kg2qZjYnsPZbrGhjGYtD0zvbPaDYVehJnAKMvEDU6i_BcMXGpQLwH87id-goMgb8l8Bcevp3gp9BbnwHK74N6jyGo-UCuXolxFrFYDGq2YYest231EgD345jRg/s2048/36.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1426" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh19-JGhcafTwJI1vWn0Kg2qZjYnsPZbrGhjGYtD0zvbPaDYVehJnAKMvEDU6i_BcMXGpQLwH87id-goMgb8l8Bcevp3gp9BbnwHK74N6jyGo-UCuXolxFrFYDGq2YYest231EgD345jRg/s320/36.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The May afternoon is “blue and long”, the intense light and the vigorous breeze invite you to supplement pedaling. The forest is there, in front, inviting on the homonymous Bric. Invitation accepted.<br />The beech forest is an experience of shade, or rather, of plays of light generated by the soft green leaves.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIWRLzr9027Jg_dWzGmjkNfiibvD2xJex7LIzEwXSvPT9m1J87Kd7SSeRAORxhon_3_piII9nlkDCw4otRspjTFVpDtZirfU-0tUGi66wZlvW8utL3FaE-Qi_GsMIWWD4Fqt4H8Dil-xs/s2048/37.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIWRLzr9027Jg_dWzGmjkNfiibvD2xJex7LIzEwXSvPT9m1J87Kd7SSeRAORxhon_3_piII9nlkDCw4otRspjTFVpDtZirfU-0tUGi66wZlvW8utL3FaE-Qi_GsMIWWD4Fqt4H8Dil-xs/s320/37.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>A pure beech forest, unique in these parts. We linger at the Rifugio dei Faggi, surrounded by trunks that point without hesitation towards the sky.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNHM7BkD6oRZNX3jj68OaTO_IVAPx-4f8pi34PQ0wGm3YqbcTrLiiiid3XI-DrrVwVjWSp-1rYUzQjC-Kie5wxCgV9dpBwBGqy7oynbhrstDbAR_loHaDmK5lrPQDogo_fam5lOYPE6aA/s2048/38.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNHM7BkD6oRZNX3jj68OaTO_IVAPx-4f8pi34PQ0wGm3YqbcTrLiiiid3XI-DrrVwVjWSp-1rYUzQjC-Kie5wxCgV9dpBwBGqy7oynbhrstDbAR_loHaDmK5lrPQDogo_fam5lOYPE6aA/s320/38.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Then we go up to the top of the Bric: what do you want, we are mountaineers even here in the hills ...<br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtxjRDu4pxj1ybFgTehnYfRknULOcr-MbY4-rOqA86KxgoZnXyia2prVewa9szm6OXiVleas9Go5w51cOxad_5gTIgs9vJdGE_KVuGl-qLKhbzhIaaSegr3Dozu0ooslK6jcwBEPheNdg/s2048/38A.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1323" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtxjRDu4pxj1ybFgTehnYfRknULOcr-MbY4-rOqA86KxgoZnXyia2prVewa9szm6OXiVleas9Go5w51cOxad_5gTIgs9vJdGE_KVuGl-qLKhbzhIaaSegr3Dozu0ooslK6jcwBEPheNdg/s320/38A.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Eight hundred meters, the Bric dei Faggi is the Cima Coppi of the journey. And at the inn, dinner is truly "a la carte". The accent of Marlene, the manager, betrays an overseas origin, carioca to be exact.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy8w2ca098-sYRts4SBBLKc_nHM9P-DnQy7kjO14-V0CpN1c41WV0vMkj_548rCnt85gVw6sgIWsJnUYDiGW5ORGdduPSKHdWIEjzwfQQxxgk6QYRpr9V0efjExrOFZS_LnrZr5TnynjY/s2048/38B.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1370" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy8w2ca098-sYRts4SBBLKc_nHM9P-DnQy7kjO14-V0CpN1c41WV0vMkj_548rCnt85gVw6sgIWsJnUYDiGW5ORGdduPSKHdWIEjzwfQQxxgk6QYRpr9V0efjExrOFZS_LnrZr5TnynjY/s320/38B.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>But the menu, rich, varied and absolutely local, tells us that there has been integration on these hills. Brazil and Langa united in welcoming.<br />
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And as for the second, the rule is: no rush!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8C4zeyrsZ3mnvM-UYtSMLqgX65yDAaJziA7FRU18kTIIwDz-4pntzdDIit3ke4ioP_YmV3RPEfUxHZQb-NkTO-nnZmbwbKctGSnDQUqMHWu7yLsIHLmiPgQGX1qLN0KAUjzTfwjY7KJw/s2048/42.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8C4zeyrsZ3mnvM-UYtSMLqgX65yDAaJziA7FRU18kTIIwDz-4pntzdDIit3ke4ioP_YmV3RPEfUxHZQb-NkTO-nnZmbwbKctGSnDQUqMHWu7yLsIHLmiPgQGX1qLN0KAUjzTfwjY7KJw/s320/42.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">To respect it, we grant ourselves a prolonged greeting to the castle and the splendid Church of the <a href="http://archeocarta.org/prunetto-cn-santuario-della-madonna-del-carmine/" target="_blank">Madonna del Carmine</a> which keep company on the open knoll above the village (and above the village inn). <br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYB8kXI043b41_qEJp9gwHkmgsd1nEP1WpRPzeuQIAUxHUaPjDQObhANDVbyDEkbu9sgql86iI8Sg6weVMneQ4cGb1IAg7qC-vi5Cq8SbA1zGx37skKyeGFmgCh3sxISuHg0qAKfLpQB8/s2048/43.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYB8kXI043b41_qEJp9gwHkmgsd1nEP1WpRPzeuQIAUxHUaPjDQObhANDVbyDEkbu9sgql86iI8Sg6weVMneQ4cGb1IAg7qC-vi5Cq8SbA1zGx37skKyeGFmgCh3sxISuHg0qAKfLpQB8/s320/43.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Even today the Mistral is the master and frees the horizons. The gaze sails from the Ligurians to Monte Rosa with the Monviso in pyramidal evidence. The Stone King is always exaggerated ...<br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl8lS3cgGAkKhYjjolf2LL8UVPpQhJQehuhN6fjxf-zKPuoT9XM3Lb5KAtF5eozk9KnLbtw48RBa9zcXF_ao4qk0sb8gZVChHb9rdis0PhTqXfRB8sDpFDK7bH18juOgTRCcpzgfgc_iE/s2048/46.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl8lS3cgGAkKhYjjolf2LL8UVPpQhJQehuhN6fjxf-zKPuoT9XM3Lb5KAtF5eozk9KnLbtw48RBa9zcXF_ao4qk0sb8gZVChHb9rdis0PhTqXfRB8sDpFDK7bH18juOgTRCcpzgfgc_iE/s320/46.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Like the ruler of the Cozie, we too decide to exaggerate and so, instead of following the provincial road (where a car passes every half hour, more or less) we let ourselves be tempted by the narrow streets of the ridge. That's where the Mistral pushes us. <br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizHhkCdcphufMIDFL9yuGdxEclMToyE_vpFoqK0zWAaPfLtg6q1BVK9W0gszv_GuCfIYKI8XnXqT8ayWrZMurWC3gjF_5bVD8w24V2Q44kn9BbOGHgVp9b1N7UYKGtx0I3iLGEvavMSvY/s2048/47.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizHhkCdcphufMIDFL9yuGdxEclMToyE_vpFoqK0zWAaPfLtg6q1BVK9W0gszv_GuCfIYKI8XnXqT8ayWrZMurWC3gjF_5bVD8w24V2Q44kn9BbOGHgVp9b1N7UYKGtx0I3iLGEvavMSvY/s320/47.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ascents bold, followed by even more daring descents. But finally we arrive in Levice, a town lying on the Bormida side.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjzQgvSjt9o1cJx9wM7U1OlmJtYc71E3qDpiOIsMWB2PbstDwDgbnRDGCaF1kv1Xsr_rzYhxCJ9N2dwk4UnNZgwGVcNdoKYjpPQQ4GLbuwlmnDc55NEEQtWONM3SL-518Ce8O3aB6nYaI/s2048/48.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1509" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjzQgvSjt9o1cJx9wM7U1OlmJtYc71E3qDpiOIsMWB2PbstDwDgbnRDGCaF1kv1Xsr_rzYhxCJ9N2dwk4UnNZgwGVcNdoKYjpPQQ4GLbuwlmnDc55NEEQtWONM3SL-518Ce8O3aB6nYaI/s320/48.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Senza lasciarci tentare da altre varianti seguiamo ora la via principale. Prossima meta “<a href="https://langhe.net/town/bergolo-piemonte/" target="_blank">Bergolo</a>”, borgo di cui conosciamo la fama e dove prevediamo uno spuntino. Bergolo, “paese di pietra”, ci accoglie con le sue vie selciate e i suoi murales.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNtfE7JTuQkZShjArH9Mt1dxMVoEReoTTqrcdLPP5nv3WeRvNLP8A3WvF9UY-Co9H7e9fbqSaaStz9IceIbkF0lAleB7qqs6NT2vSChBVso05DWrfmqkOgY9in5yEiaXkV51MdUhn2ajI/s2048/49.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNtfE7JTuQkZShjArH9Mt1dxMVoEReoTTqrcdLPP5nv3WeRvNLP8A3WvF9UY-Co9H7e9fbqSaaStz9IceIbkF0lAleB7qqs6NT2vSChBVso05DWrfmqkOgY9in5yEiaXkV51MdUhn2ajI/s320/49.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">E la sua quiete, davvero tanta in questo giorno infrasettimanale di
maggio. Non scorgiamo nulla di aperto per cui non ci resta che
proseguire. Con un certo rammarico si lascia il crinale per calare sul
fondovalle. <br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDXblVgUCekOFNchdghO_hlXJn_aljbvshdvirHtV3QMB9FCvsHaNWYjvnGO6mGp4KZJ_EQYpYSQhMKl5Sxntl_F9fXWlqBDM1nycqKzTXmuz_fP-jrcWLbr68TlqboEsZkN3GQZJ7GXE/s2048/50.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDXblVgUCekOFNchdghO_hlXJn_aljbvshdvirHtV3QMB9FCvsHaNWYjvnGO6mGp4KZJ_EQYpYSQhMKl5Sxntl_F9fXWlqBDM1nycqKzTXmuz_fP-jrcWLbr68TlqboEsZkN3GQZJ7GXE/s320/50.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Due sono le strade e due sono le possibilità per scendere a Cortemilia. Diretta, sicura e senza incognite la prima, bene indicata da un cartello stradale. Del tutto incerta la seconda, diretta a Pezzolo e della quale non troviamo di indicazioni. Ovviamente scegliamo la seconda, affidandoci all’intuito e alla sorte. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivbaXqeEJCx-l5uLluq3-DNRdikR6Q4VBsKv_ilg-751uHAgzp1aufPT8Gbt-TqItGAUk5FxsK5qMkfWnK_CRiTIefFEALztRX8cvXp4tX0PxytFjwmBNIlj7Y101YMmAVCpUUrk7g74E/s2048/51.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivbaXqeEJCx-l5uLluq3-DNRdikR6Q4VBsKv_ilg-751uHAgzp1aufPT8Gbt-TqItGAUk5FxsK5qMkfWnK_CRiTIefFEALztRX8cvXp4tX0PxytFjwmBNIlj7Y101YMmAVCpUUrk7g74E/s320/51.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Che ci conducono su una stradina che scende tosto nel fitto della macchia. <br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Scende? Mai verbo fu più inadatto! Ancora una picchiata, da affrontare con suprema cautela. Polsi dolenti, freni che gemono. Chi lascia la via principale per la via ignota… trova un bel ciabot di singolare forma a lato strada. <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2C5p9iYeQwRL-MqGT9ib8SblvNsY3Y8Ai5aY5FjRJgIKw42Vf6NRAZKu1NbkEg2PV5z0tmjnQYc4kuDhTBVPIEWBSViCb0PtGvl32UeVA_MgITK2YCFB2RDLUEwOSUdu5cuEerpHvpJQ/s2048/52.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1453" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2C5p9iYeQwRL-MqGT9ib8SblvNsY3Y8Ai5aY5FjRJgIKw42Vf6NRAZKu1NbkEg2PV5z0tmjnQYc4kuDhTBVPIEWBSViCb0PtGvl32UeVA_MgITK2YCFB2RDLUEwOSUdu5cuEerpHvpJQ/s320/52.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">L’incontro compensa il disagio, qualche tornante ancora ed ecco, improvviso e insperato, il fondovalle, l’acqua limpida dell’Uzzone. In planata distesa e rilassante da Pezzolo ne seguiamo le anse verso Cortemilia. Dove, tre giorni addietro, è iniziato il viaggio. <br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">
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rischiamo di finire arrotati. Il progresso impone le sue regole (poco
rispettate, peraltro),</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAAtA6YtglaTCJai4fuxYMeBs91fLg2ewU1MXDGQ-sy_0FSu92PIOfg97cO81TYaaNq7X8Zmm5pJoNogbVq4DQGKSqm6Y_LsVIvG-pndGosqx4ufu-xQDoNhKgZ9f7mihMKyFjSdU4flA/s2048/54.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAAtA6YtglaTCJai4fuxYMeBs91fLg2ewU1MXDGQ-sy_0FSu92PIOfg97cO81TYaaNq7X8Zmm5pJoNogbVq4DQGKSqm6Y_LsVIvG-pndGosqx4ufu-xQDoNhKgZ9f7mihMKyFjSdU4flA/s320/54.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">after all, we too have come this far by car ... but this afternoon in May is blue and long, leaving this corner of former Savoyard land too quickly would be unforgivable.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJYLngSjv-itqALXdvwOz_pW8Sz9LpfD84hd7Eg8aPIdZUEGCjIu0of55PR7VOqSTOxstTrvsrKKDRzpC6RuIUw1sGTBQmLQHXu3Alzld6ddWvIcKK6fjOFTF0RlXas-wUEuP25EkpQXQ/s2048/55.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJYLngSjv-itqALXdvwOz_pW8Sz9LpfD84hd7Eg8aPIdZUEGCjIu0of55PR7VOqSTOxstTrvsrKKDRzpC6RuIUw1sGTBQmLQHXu3Alzld6ddWvIcKK6fjOFTF0RlXas-wUEuP25EkpQXQ/s320/55.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And so we decide to use the time that the afternoon (blue and long) generously allows us to appreciate what the fog of the first day prevented us: Monte Oliveto, with the spectacular sequence of terraces overlooking the Pieve di Santa Maria. <br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicEJYUOTe-s3qWXWY9jsSSiiL2picn5gjFwGrtk2Ia23pTPNlQ-fMi50HVJ_SSokPGVNeS2OZ9gvD8Sk-IbbCY3kImu7swb1pLYoCsR63repSHxEBrdDLpYMYsx3jnx3jwld85aioJ8TM/s2048/58.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicEJYUOTe-s3qWXWY9jsSSiiL2picn5gjFwGrtk2Ia23pTPNlQ-fMi50HVJ_SSokPGVNeS2OZ9gvD8Sk-IbbCY3kImu7swb1pLYoCsR63repSHxEBrdDLpYMYsx3jnx3jwld85aioJ8TM/s320/58.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The terraces are changes to the environment that have become landscape, to be preserved and made known: this is the purpose of the <a href="https://ecomuseipiemonte.wordpress.com/ecomusei/prov-cuneo/terrazzamenti-e-vite/">Ecomuseo dei Terrazzamenti e della Vite</a> which is based in Cortemilia and which has its nodal center in Monte Oliveto. <br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhCEiDVCMaan0HH74JD8bxfMtjKXErGlEpmzlRH8EAk760CQ_jdx8Y9UzZ4hhxLaxfUhIjz_J7ooX6puaFuSIL6PR9KErkrlQBHIsE3i5ZNKnjQKbPZ14UUC1L1bPgyrEsk5eTfipA9Zc/s2048/59.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhCEiDVCMaan0HH74JD8bxfMtjKXErGlEpmzlRH8EAk760CQ_jdx8Y9UzZ4hhxLaxfUhIjz_J7ooX6puaFuSIL6PR9KErkrlQBHIsE3i5ZNKnjQKbPZ14UUC1L1bPgyrEsk5eTfipA9Zc/s320/59.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Going up some hairpin bends towards Serole the show is complete. The light is very different from two days ago.<br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCNkyY9JcKiCrB_Bioi8sHKJIRtPHe5NOzLCFcddPnTHi-grzLvHRRLkFSCn4EJznX54oa0lNtWA4hh99rX2q3CCfmISt_yns0_AtLxzs3Zp7JxNrF1zIJSNmqR9K00xDAqbMTd5LK_8Q/s2048/62.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCNkyY9JcKiCrB_Bioi8sHKJIRtPHe5NOzLCFcddPnTHi-grzLvHRRLkFSCn4EJznX54oa0lNtWA4hh99rX2q3CCfmISt_yns0_AtLxzs3Zp7JxNrF1zIJSNmqR9K00xDAqbMTd5LK_8Q/s320/62.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>The challenge of winds is for now won by the Mistral, but soon it will be Marin's turn again.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg4MpBTU1Ti5wdDQlqU0iWVmWf3ZinCCihMzDCHaeu7kBOIqnoV7HUGlWHAR64lAHGDZhhxnBD1f-snmJ0TPTl9rdii5sZl9Kjpwa8TYLsUQifWqWXrOJ-jb2q_QTxvYfnvLBx6a8FPow/s2048/61.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg4MpBTU1Ti5wdDQlqU0iWVmWf3ZinCCihMzDCHaeu7kBOIqnoV7HUGlWHAR64lAHGDZhhxnBD1f-snmJ0TPTl9rdii5sZl9Kjpwa8TYLsUQifWqWXrOJ-jb2q_QTxvYfnvLBx6a8FPow/s320/61.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">Without clouds, the blue of the sky would not be appreciated.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHoGvQcHlCZOYfBKCCuSFmEsDs6OwimG0KR-DXqghhGfajJZwBBO-mh_qVsOxCsr2AE-mTNp7d5Z7BBS_TCSBFHU_3LxdDC-uCX6F1HRGvcYjwahwOmyW1TesG2yS9r6Igo_MoecbT8i4/s2048/65.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1697" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHoGvQcHlCZOYfBKCCuSFmEsDs6OwimG0KR-DXqghhGfajJZwBBO-mh_qVsOxCsr2AE-mTNp7d5Z7BBS_TCSBFHU_3LxdDC-uCX6F1HRGvcYjwahwOmyW1TesG2yS9r6Igo_MoecbT8i4/s320/65.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>And without the rain that comes from the sea, this May Langa wouldn't be so green.<br />Au revoir! <br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><b><span style="color: blue;">Video on the Uzzone Valley</span></b> <br /><hr style="color: blue;" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/iMu6IiM6e2s" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div></div></div></div>
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Download <a href="https://maptoolkit.net/export/outdoorish_bikemap_routes/8888384.gpx" target="_blank">here</a> the GPX file of path 1 from <a href="http://bikemap.net/" target="_blank">bikemap.net</a></div>cuboviaggiatorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17557409132825355816noreply@blogger.com012074 Cortemilia CN, Italia44.5799858 8.19396116.269751963821157 -26.962289 72.890219636178841 43.350211tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011244988562720010.post-86665864370964222972020-12-26T14:05:00.070-08:002022-12-25T13:18:02.578-08:00An autumn day in the Roero on a bicycle<div><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiib4S647wqqitnXUWglJQWLdW66xhlrOBLmwQm8Mbw_FK7-Ly1DrIPUX7rB1UczEYXMCFrp6RTPshyphenhyphenskThzgAsMD_Pi4z3a_HklbgPcHHe6HGHeIdYauBQj4JRW9MiHZyr2zipioHYRnA/s6000/4+Eccellenze+del+Roero.CR2" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Eccellenze del Roero" border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiib4S647wqqitnXUWglJQWLdW66xhlrOBLmwQm8Mbw_FK7-Ly1DrIPUX7rB1UczEYXMCFrp6RTPshyphenhyphenskThzgAsMD_Pi4z3a_HklbgPcHHe6HGHeIdYauBQj4JRW9MiHZyr2zipioHYRnA/w320-h213/4+Eccellenze+del+Roero.CR2" title="Eccellenze del Roero" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>by <a href="https://www.cuboviaggiatore.net/p/i-contributori-di-cuboviaggiatore.html#Toni%20Farina">Toni Farina</a></i> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Mountains, hills, plains: Piedmont is truly a varied land. Only the sea is missing. We are sure? Because if you think about it in Piedmont there is also that. Just go to a peak of the Apennines, above Ovada, and you can see the sea just below. A horizon of light that dissolves into infinity.</div><a name='more'></a><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBcweSztX6NAUMOmNZpC5NjSuhQ6myQue4VvdMQnshGiY19ikeMNcwJDSZVyQYrrjG2WAmSITai3SNqzowPc7p-T0u_hVmj1wDwTIQehtEirT3AVY653A8Qjf5Lu2_HciLiAneXMiECC8/s6000/1B.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBcweSztX6NAUMOmNZpC5NjSuhQ6myQue4VvdMQnshGiY19ikeMNcwJDSZVyQYrrjG2WAmSITai3SNqzowPc7p-T0u_hVmj1wDwTIQehtEirT3AVY653A8Qjf5Lu2_HciLiAneXMiECC8/s320/1B.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Then it is the sea that plays a decisive role in the rich nature (biodiversity) of the region. In the sense that it affects the climate and it is precisely the sea, the Ligurian Sea, which together with the oceanic companions decided that today, Sunday 11 October, year 2020 of the era called "Anthropocene", that history will deliver to posterity as the year of the covid ... there is a vague sun that is shy peeking through the clouds. And so you go pedaling. In the hills, that the autumn hills are really beautiful (but in spring it is the same). Astigiano, Monferrato and Alta Langa are known to me, from the "pedaling" point of view I miss the Roero.<i><b><span style="color: #0b5394;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"></span></span></b></i></div>
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A long ridge of chasms and sandstone walls, of wild rivers, the kingdom of the forest. And it is precisely the contrast between these wilderness environments and the reassuring outline of vineyards and hazelnut groves that makes the difference.</div></div><div><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdbaohliaCzx8lxDnuBl1kCxYOTjuJpuxD0JBLxg2s9OBsLYaoIolwOMsxuQrItUDsuzG3mc3xglGGi29rn2nn3juWVhc0qT6WzdkUrI2M5kbWyYeDOaTc8TgFVhWjZNmnPtN-43dZYso/s6000/12+Luci+del+pomeriggio+su+Monteu+Roero.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="Luci del Pomeriggio su Monteu Roero" border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdbaohliaCzx8lxDnuBl1kCxYOTjuJpuxD0JBLxg2s9OBsLYaoIolwOMsxuQrItUDsuzG3mc3xglGGi29rn2nn3juWVhc0qT6WzdkUrI2M5kbWyYeDOaTc8TgFVhWjZNmnPtN-43dZYso/w320-h213/12+Luci+del+pomeriggio+su+Monteu+Roero.JPG" title="Luci del Pomeriggio su Monteu Roero" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Then there are the villages with their castles, poised over the chasms, landing in the sea of vineyards.</div><p></p><p><i><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Bold descents and ascents</span></b></i><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">The reference to the great Lucio and the "Emotions" he generated is discounted. Going up and down is typical of all hills, but in this area it becomes even more pressing.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM0KcOdOWZ32JyJ66a65IV1tZk2mLitcnx9b1iNWSTulJkvEzU-227A6NgvYH-v2eHg6HFZ6n5HyN_F9IEJBbHg9V2Pk6crdfNi3xixkwxkKC6rhxL29cSsFjkv4aAiYTIHdK0SXAAxPg/s6000/20+Santo+Stefano+Roero.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Santo Stefano Roero" border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM0KcOdOWZ32JyJ66a65IV1tZk2mLitcnx9b1iNWSTulJkvEzU-227A6NgvYH-v2eHg6HFZ6n5HyN_F9IEJBbHg9V2Pk6crdfNi3xixkwxkKC6rhxL29cSsFjkv4aAiYTIHdK0SXAAxPg/w320-h213/20+Santo+Stefano+Roero.JPG" title="Santo Stefano Roero" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">No more chatter, we ride. Departure from <b>Montà</b>, home to the Rocche del Roero Ecomuseum, an info point on everything about the area. You go on a slight slope in the direction of <b>Santo Stefano Roero</b>, but as soon as you reach the edge of the town you will come across the first point of interest. <br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg98KE83L64BeljH4bKbztPgDQYxSSNiIfGfRQxMaKaDdXEhZuVS51jUqAIVqB28-OZ-KmAVFi8kbWAKWjGrbarw0AONpYpVy5psympBiT0rQI0jv5RQLGFx2EmugV2P7KUR-mAQd5_K6A/s6000/2+Mont%25C3%25A0%252C+il+Sacro+Monte.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="Montà, il Sacro Monte" border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg98KE83L64BeljH4bKbztPgDQYxSSNiIfGfRQxMaKaDdXEhZuVS51jUqAIVqB28-OZ-KmAVFi8kbWAKWjGrbarw0AONpYpVy5psympBiT0rQI0jv5RQLGFx2EmugV2P7KUR-mAQd5_K6A/w320-h213/2+Mont%25C3%25A0%252C+il+Sacro+Monte.JPG" title="Montà, il Sacro Monte" width="320" /></a></div>On the edge of the ridge on the left, hidden in the vegetation and reachable with a short detour, is the <b>Santuario dei Piloni</b>, consisting of a Romanesque church and the thirteen chapels of the devotional path of the Via Crucis. <br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLxhyC_BobprQi3iIomdXI8fCRDIUX-CDFZ8ArCX_rXGERPdgmnhMznKA120m229CmV5JiHFZe7Y1-sMwgZAHzps6aYei4SfqmrbymFTDPvYAJl3x_TUhS_zkEMEaS6H3IJ-74RnmolDI/s6000/3+Mont%25C3%25A0%252C+il+Sacro+Monte.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLxhyC_BobprQi3iIomdXI8fCRDIUX-CDFZ8ArCX_rXGERPdgmnhMznKA120m229CmV5JiHFZe7Y1-sMwgZAHzps6aYei4SfqmrbymFTDPvYAJl3x_TUhS_zkEMEaS6H3IJ-74RnmolDI/w320-h213/3+Mont%25C3%25A0%252C+il+Sacro+Monte.JPG" title="Montà, il sacro Monte" width="320" /></a></div>It is the smallest Piedmontese sacred mountain and, although not included in the official system of the Sacri Monti (UNESCO heritage), it is more than ever worthy of interest, also for the suggestive place where it stands, known as Valdiana (Vallis Dianae ), an area of woods and ravines already consecrated to the goddess of hunting in the pagan age.<br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Back on the road to Santo Stefano, continue in a southerly direction reaching in about a kilometer in the locality of <b>Madonna delle Grazie</b> (from the church of the same name). At this point, the recommended route leaves the provincial road and turns right into the town (no indication) to head into the quiet of a secondary road that descends into a beautiful wooded environment and joins the provincial road to Carmagnola and Ceresole d'Alba.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In a light, relaxing glide you follow the provincial road, which is moreover with little traffic. In <b>Località San Lorenzo, a hamlet of Santo Stefano Roero</b>, turn left to take a side road with the indication “<b>Cappelli - San Grato</b>”. Also this "provincial", but with practically no traffic.<br /></div><div><p></p><p><i><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Between scattered houses and hazelnut groves. With Monviso on the horizon and a truly "granda" (big) chestnut</span></b></i><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">You go up in winding hairpin bends, at first among scattered mansions, then the hazelnut monoculture takes over. <br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHoO9gKTCfwfScR_y_nGsepc8_nhjfBNdjhXWL3aIJPCZV6b2aFCNzmi7qtMW9Rjz7SJAqlFfGC33-5qQAdurM3yN85s3DH86j4z1oe7FBsxTAWRcsqZ5EgbWCv07akcppJZFIuomdWmw/s6000/7+Tramonto+sul+Re+delle+Cozie.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="Tramonto sul Re delle Cozie" border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHoO9gKTCfwfScR_y_nGsepc8_nhjfBNdjhXWL3aIJPCZV6b2aFCNzmi7qtMW9Rjz7SJAqlFfGC33-5qQAdurM3yN85s3DH86j4z1oe7FBsxTAWRcsqZ5EgbWCv07akcppJZFIuomdWmw/w320-h213/7+Tramonto+sul+Re+delle+Cozie.JPG" title="Tramonto sul Re delle Cozie" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">At the end of the climb you go on a panoramic ridge parallel to the mountains of Re Cozio, with the Re delle Cozie in exuberant evidence. His Majesty the Face monopolizes the eyes, an inevitable condition in favorable weather.<br /></div></div><div><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlbhrdp8CTbEtl7Nlq5FVN1q3DA2cxqqCNZVzZimg4uRHay2Lgf8YkseyWOq5AKA85ct-iM4r_JFfrEasolehO6FgUWsAjhjoTMyB3BwXuctofrgiz3nB2OEeYkXAF1JCTD91b8Joi8DM/s2928/6+Avvolti+dal+bosco.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Avvolti dal Bosco" border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="2928" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlbhrdp8CTbEtl7Nlq5FVN1q3DA2cxqqCNZVzZimg4uRHay2Lgf8YkseyWOq5AKA85ct-iM4r_JFfrEasolehO6FgUWsAjhjoTMyB3BwXuctofrgiz3nB2OEeYkXAF1JCTD91b8Joi8DM/w320-h220/6+Avvolti+dal+bosco.JPG" title="Avvolti dal Bosco" width="320" /></a></div>A stretch to sip, then also the hazelnut grove gives way to the <b>deciduous wood</b> typical of the Roero. Its wilderness soul, together with the fortresses.<br /></div></div><div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmpTO80BMIdrQlJ2BLkyUGG6kuqZ5yENklFmbBH123e9HEhDbAMALdHJZsYTvksyyabQPrJ011qpdsnwDD_fr-wJ-_B-6Dr7gVU71QQh4PakBJOTYKZUlnquVMVAAHoeIi0fX29mVLh7U/s6000/8+Sul+crinale+di+San+Grato.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmpTO80BMIdrQlJ2BLkyUGG6kuqZ5yENklFmbBH123e9HEhDbAMALdHJZsYTvksyyabQPrJ011qpdsnwDD_fr-wJ-_B-6Dr7gVU71QQh4PakBJOTYKZUlnquVMVAAHoeIi0fX29mVLh7U/w320-h213/8+Sul+crinale+di+San+Grato.JPG" title="Sul Crinale di San Grato" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">San Grato: don't expect a village, this whole area bears the name of the saint thaumaturge, patron saint of Aosta. And so the ride extends for a long time and pleasantly between one core of San Grato and the other, housed on a wide and rustic ridge. <br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkH9CjsqI8_fy51kAr5XDjllGnquRAF7_gUV0uSAvDA71iPIldwFkfmpYB9JvnFgx_IU8EbktptM3vsZ76v49q-tQTdU96tTI3v2DyvzdZrlPvd7M9CRXpG6X_wtjUSZDSaaAPy3Hsu4M/s6000/9+Sul+crinale+di+San+Grato.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkH9CjsqI8_fy51kAr5XDjllGnquRAF7_gUV0uSAvDA71iPIldwFkfmpYB9JvnFgx_IU8EbktptM3vsZ76v49q-tQTdU96tTI3v2DyvzdZrlPvd7M9CRXpG6X_wtjUSZDSaaAPy3Hsu4M/w320-h213/9+Sul+crinale+di+San+Grato.JPG" title="Sul Crinale di San Grato" width="320" /></a></div>And it is in a nucleus of mansions in the “San Grato” area, Villa Superiore, that the Roero exhibits itself in a “grand” wonder. An age-old chestnut, called “Castagna Granda”.</div></div><div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLp9w0ebuHTgFl6gWm76LlmSaauGnTlB9mN-a9QsDTHgi_1KJjStPal-1VbGwBNvG8Za_w-djD7Uh1qVzcffdTlGPYTrhcXyGcpJ6GaBYRXFqdMeGxuAQnojmhCFF4b7Vg141Pz3GMJCU/s5871/10+Castagna+Granda.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3691" data-original-width="5871" height="201" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLp9w0ebuHTgFl6gWm76LlmSaauGnTlB9mN-a9QsDTHgi_1KJjStPal-1VbGwBNvG8Za_w-djD7Uh1qVzcffdTlGPYTrhcXyGcpJ6GaBYRXFqdMeGxuAQnojmhCFF4b7Vg141Pz3GMJCU/w320-h201/10+Castagna+Granda.jpg" title="Castagna Granda" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Which, like so many wonders, requires a pledge: the descent of the steep cart track that leads into the valley below ("Castagna Granda" hiking trail sign), a cart track that can be done on a bike with suitable means and various acrobatics.<br /></div></div><div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;">And here it is, as soon as you put your foot back or rotate on the surface, the castagnone. At the center of a verdant clearing, surrounded by other chestnut trees, also centuries old, the arboreal monument amazes for its circumference: over 10 meters! Measure to believe. How? With a group hug, a system with which a dutiful homage is also paid to ours. <br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj814b7RXs4MZu3jFs1oalu5pZhnyHWgPmUzijYyQGlilWF8xhGzkwmGTLZnamhyphenhyphen6MvAAZyHPS8HeyeSrArrO-kI6hgW7WzL9f9Xr8Hno_Faks6olpXPRSwjBxnirkmjJWC93Gs2hYciAI/s6000/5+Avvolti+da+noccioleti.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj814b7RXs4MZu3jFs1oalu5pZhnyHWgPmUzijYyQGlilWF8xhGzkwmGTLZnamhyphenhyphen6MvAAZyHPS8HeyeSrArrO-kI6hgW7WzL9f9Xr8Hno_Faks6olpXPRSwjBxnirkmjJWC93Gs2hYciAI/w320-h213/5+Avvolti+da+noccioleti.JPG" title="Avvolti da Noccioleti" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Once back up, a final stretch of hazelnut groves leads to the main road to Monteu, a few rides from the town.<br /></div></div><div><i><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br />Monteu, on the edge of the abyss ...</span></b></i><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;">This is how the village appears with its manor. An appropriate stop allows you to appreciate the scenic location. <br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-WHV0-tmjrIRwDfZim96SAEDz5AqM-AX_fW5jYggxoXqgOTLBe4riWb4ZStKUFePed9zr5paprM_1bNiyBlNb6qMbei2Y5Uhk4fkz7aJ5Zm9fGP7500X0kn1sUSn0o5WEtvcyP8hWl-s/s6000/11+Le+Rocche+di+Monteu.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-WHV0-tmjrIRwDfZim96SAEDz5AqM-AX_fW5jYggxoXqgOTLBe4riWb4ZStKUFePed9zr5paprM_1bNiyBlNb6qMbei2Y5Uhk4fkz7aJ5Zm9fGP7500X0kn1sUSn0o5WEtvcyP8hWl-s/w320-h213/11+Le+Rocche+di+Monteu.JPG" title="Le Rocche di Monteu" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And no less spectacular is the view of the circus of fortresses that can be appreciated both from the overpass and from the rest area at the entrance to the town. Once the anxiety of fortresses subsided (for now), we descend in the opposite direction, towards Canale. <br /></div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXBXu3uboUMiVmvKFYuustsSV-tnOsXAbsXoPlUxnUbcj0ybOvjRpBpT1-27Cdry9tSHG5rOkRZnLv3r_OUquCH3kmfNhUhXJJ5e-GaZnGp8CS1eo386mc8FINxlVrwQjkQT-cpiqBWz8/s6000/13+Tornante+con+vista+su+Santo+Stefano+Roero.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXBXu3uboUMiVmvKFYuustsSV-tnOsXAbsXoPlUxnUbcj0ybOvjRpBpT1-27Cdry9tSHG5rOkRZnLv3r_OUquCH3kmfNhUhXJJ5e-GaZnGp8CS1eo386mc8FINxlVrwQjkQT-cpiqBWz8/w320-h213/13+Tornante+con+vista+su+Santo+Stefano+Roero.JPG" title="Tornante con vista su Santo Stefano Roero" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But another is (for now) the goal. Santo Stefano is the destination. Santo Stefano Roero, twin village of Monteu which is in a pleasant position on the opposite edge of a wide valley. </div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzpnZ2Viz-xwRLtCAvRCIcyYmj-Ojgqj3QmQOAWX4NqY-_DUBWq-HAuLTU-jVpuXBkNtFoADR9586siJxsWWk9qCBZhdCr_YJClu7QzlxCZPBBE6skPkIyv1HbnkMxJd1kCTV2xJqPaQ4/s4964/17+Salendo+a+Santo+Stefano.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3223" data-original-width="4964" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzpnZ2Viz-xwRLtCAvRCIcyYmj-Ojgqj3QmQOAWX4NqY-_DUBWq-HAuLTU-jVpuXBkNtFoADR9586siJxsWWk9qCBZhdCr_YJClu7QzlxCZPBBE6skPkIyv1HbnkMxJd1kCTV2xJqPaQ4/w320-h208/17+Salendo+a+Santo+Stefano.jpg" title="Salendo a Santo Stefano" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A tight hairpin is the right spot for photographic compositions, and other points no less will follow shortly.<br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The geometric rows facilitate the task. But you need to keep an eye ... Just as you need to keep an eye (on the road) in the following steep descent, at the bottom of which you leave the road to Canale and turn north towards Santo Stefano. <br /></div><div><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5EeHGJ1Njc_vTmXfBYsWmocY000vgsDJd-W5_H-5VX0IqXX_PGmp4CaThtMHpEXILvRMvzSsopa147dvcYOegI6c1KeYtZ136Rgh5w-XZeGDCRITSeRfLCPUad2KO7X4kZZAc3B2DNrY/s6000/14+Il+ciab%25C3%25B2t+San+Giorgio.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5EeHGJ1Njc_vTmXfBYsWmocY000vgsDJd-W5_H-5VX0IqXX_PGmp4CaThtMHpEXILvRMvzSsopa147dvcYOegI6c1KeYtZ136Rgh5w-XZeGDCRITSeRfLCPUad2KO7X4kZZAc3B2DNrY/w320-h213/14+Il+ciab%25C3%25B2t+San+Giorgio.JPG" title="Il Ciabòt San Giorgio" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Not before, however, should be appreciated properly, on the opposite side, the <b>Ciabòt San Giorgio</b>, in a unique position on the top of the homonymous cru of Roero DOCG. The Ciabòt is made with ashlars from the ancient castle of Pulciano, which stood here before the year 1000. <br /></div></div><div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4nl9MVFJmfbC2IH-dykZxJ-B2IJGOfDx8_G9fBF4s4S4DsWPCOT22bh1ob10VYUn_P9WXNfczJcWycJQzP9uRijrMxNn0j9xEm91tGsICvZuhic_isw4p7Tv-vdYye53PhgquxnuxQtY/s6000/15+Scenici+tornanti.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4nl9MVFJmfbC2IH-dykZxJ-B2IJGOfDx8_G9fBF4s4S4DsWPCOT22bh1ob10VYUn_P9WXNfczJcWycJQzP9uRijrMxNn0j9xEm91tGsICvZuhic_isw4p7Tv-vdYye53PhgquxnuxQtY/w320-h213/15+Scenici+tornanti.JPG" title="Scenici tornanti" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A remarkable whole, a starting point for another photo-graphic composition. And yet another (not least) composition will follow shortly.<br /></div></div><div><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><i><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Hairpin bends, sinuous hairpin bends</span></b></i><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">A stretch for demanding and sensitive riders, with good aesthetic sense and an open mind to the harmonies of the landscape. </p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWyKiJMg0WL3bSaVtnpvzH5QoLYbzEDMkvMC0J2pWQTFIGf0ygmNX8U0oCcNNIuHWNuDgApi-XGP7tC8qUqqaem97D5HV1_6N1V3KanefDeyRUU8ig8cfNAVonrQUbThT0PjmsgDamWeU/s4800/16+Salendo+a+Santo+Stefano.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Salendo a Santo Stefano" border="0" data-original-height="3128" data-original-width="4800" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWyKiJMg0WL3bSaVtnpvzH5QoLYbzEDMkvMC0J2pWQTFIGf0ygmNX8U0oCcNNIuHWNuDgApi-XGP7tC8qUqqaem97D5HV1_6N1V3KanefDeyRUU8ig8cfNAVonrQUbThT0PjmsgDamWeU/w320-h209/16+Salendo+a+Santo+Stefano.jpg" title="Salendo a Santo Stefano" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Pedaling is believing, but pedaling with a constant and slow pace, so that the effort of climbing does not obscure the view and prevent you from appreciating the sequence of hairpin bends with which the road cuts (and does not offend) the vineyard slope. <br /></div></div><div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjML1TiBIIdnlWtIIrrYkD4CbEdMTn7N-LWOrQQPq74r0tGywR2Z9lQI5abF8-o5cjZLDURniAltlCA_5GkDD22fZzXh3W3mXEqGSw7CkI7RzbeSey_gVHqQXC04wSNObNyBDuj88vf3wE/s6000/19+Salendo+a+Santo+Stefano.CR2" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjML1TiBIIdnlWtIIrrYkD4CbEdMTn7N-LWOrQQPq74r0tGywR2Z9lQI5abF8-o5cjZLDURniAltlCA_5GkDD22fZzXh3W3mXEqGSw7CkI7RzbeSey_gVHqQXC04wSNObNyBDuj88vf3wE/s320/19+Salendo+a+Santo+Stefano.CR2" width="320" /></a></div>The slope, which in turn is constant and not excessive, facilitates the task and once at the top you can stop to admire the work, certainly not of a very human nature, but sometimes even a strip of asphalt can be art.<br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Am I exaggerating? Perhaps, in any case, the whole allows once again to show off their photo-graphic skills (this stretch of road is in fact a real must for cyclists and photo amateurs of the Roero). Soon, a work instead of nature, but in singular alliance with a human work, awaits the riders in Santo Stefano. Sensitive pedals, of course. </div><div> </div><div><i><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;">The Rocca and the Parish Church</span></b></i><br /><p></p><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><i><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;"></span></b></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOWYS24Lux656wqjALulnG1j2qsHBnCL4ib4z4gDFNYZxHCpeTvZ_gXEaNvxWQVb_9-Y_0sbO9BQaw3qccH2uwN6Bk97LpaP0GXADiiiB-C5_CJaL2MVw5m7h34A17HA5CL9SgDidoB6c/s4898/23+Santo+Stefano%252C+la+rocca+e+la+parrocchiale.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Santo Stefano, La Rocca e La Parrocchiale" border="0" data-original-height="3265" data-original-width="4898" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOWYS24Lux656wqjALulnG1j2qsHBnCL4ib4z4gDFNYZxHCpeTvZ_gXEaNvxWQVb_9-Y_0sbO9BQaw3qccH2uwN6Bk97LpaP0GXADiiiB-C5_CJaL2MVw5m7h34A17HA5CL9SgDidoB6c/w320-h213/23+Santo+Stefano%252C+la+rocca+e+la+parrocchiale.JPG" title="Santo Stefano, La Rocca e La Parrocchiale" width="320" /></a></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Having gained the ridge, turn left into the town to reach the opposite edge where you can appreciate the "singular alliance", fusion and contrast at the same time, between the wild blow of the characteristic Rocca (monument of nature) and the dedicated Parish Church in Santa Maria del Podio (human work). And nearby there is still a chasm of sandstone walls (the work of the Tanaro).</div><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxctUJsrkmGvTs5X_hsDtdwY2RiQ-SS8MQ8DllZQkIeNdaAF41Aw1RrxTNJx9sNi0y_OR7xqFS08H5NkFvEvewvbphqw_0yMjoUsjXdiKRp4T7MAc6EoZZEAmw9Nidj4YC0xleIVtGLxY/s6000/22+La+rocca+di+Santo+Stefano.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="La Rocca di Santo Stefano" border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxctUJsrkmGvTs5X_hsDtdwY2RiQ-SS8MQ8DllZQkIeNdaAF41Aw1RrxTNJx9sNi0y_OR7xqFS08H5NkFvEvewvbphqw_0yMjoUsjXdiKRp4T7MAc6EoZZEAmw9Nidj4YC0xleIVtGLxY/w320-h213/22+La+rocca+di+Santo+Stefano.JPG" title="La Rocca di Santo Stefano" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It reverses direction, remaining high to head on the road to Canale. A long glide in the Valle dei Lunghi leads to this center not on the ridge but on the bottom of the valley, which can be crossed by appreciating the arcades on the side of the "main road" and the cobbled streets that one goes through to go to Montà. The next goal. 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Well no, the trip reserves another surprise of these hills: the naturalistic oasis of San Nicolao (named after a votive pillar). Nature protected and partly rebuilt thanks to the meritorious work of the volunteers of Canale Ecologia.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMlrwI1qsqZ2TOWelbNkJFCFNVQC858bQRselP0tR-mZKa6MQTzXZacRbPKl7_uC9X3F9CgOPKMzyqAdxcgZJ43IxldIEkGg91p1B7npsiEnBxgmfWztkJikTn41dGjmMv2ZYGCHik4BI/s5037/27+Biotopo+di+San+Nicolao.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="Biotopo di San Nicolao" border="0" data-original-height="3176" data-original-width="5037" height="202" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMlrwI1qsqZ2TOWelbNkJFCFNVQC858bQRselP0tR-mZKa6MQTzXZacRbPKl7_uC9X3F9CgOPKMzyqAdxcgZJ43IxldIEkGg91p1B7npsiEnBxgmfWztkJikTn41dGjmMv2ZYGCHik4BI/w320-h202/27+Biotopo+di+San+Nicolao.JPG" title="Biotopo di San Nicolao" width="320" /></a></div></div><div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And so sensitive pedalers, just outside the Canale, at the end of the residential Via Torino, can give in to the invitation and naturalistic lure of the special signpost to head down a secluded road that leads into a welcoming valley. After half a kilometer, you leave the asphalt "of the secluded road" to head to an even more secluded area. Here begins the oasis, an area wisely off-limits to bicycles. A half-hour walk takes you to the Biotope delle Rocche, a small lake-wetland, the heart of the oasis (the footpath continues up to Montà). Honor to the volunteers of Canale Ecologia. Have ...<br />Back on the provincial road, a series of elongated hairpin bends raises Montà ((the climb is called Renna or Redina). Montà d’Alba, its historic center at the top, the walk alongside the castle and its park.</div></div></div></div></div>
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In recent days, fate has led Leandro and Loredana on the Cubo Viaggiatore web pages, their desire to share the wonderful experience of travel by bike did the rest. So here we are, transported by fate meetings, to have the opportunity to publish the story of travel to Corsica. Leandro and Loredana have made a wonderful travel diary, with photos and graphics of the route maps, a wealth of details and preparation that have given great value to this Travel Story.</div>
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Five years ago we left a piece of heart in Corsica, after having done almost the complete tour by RV with some dear friends; we liked it a lot but we didn't see two of the perhaps most beautiful features, the north western part and part of the "finger" (the north end). Unfortunately we had the days and we could not visit anything else. In recent years we have abandoned football (Loredana after thirty years of competitive activity and Leandro after twenty years at managerial level) and the few hours that the work allows us to dedicate to the bicycle. Nothing sophisticated or competitive, not "racing", no curved tubulars and dumbbells; it's not even about "mountain bikes", our two vehicles are trekking-city-tourism, with 24-speed gearboxes, straight handlebars, intermediate tires, luggage racks, mudguards and lights. Do not miss the cycle computer for detections of distance, speed etc. After many trips of 50/60 km made in our area starting from home and several routes in the hinterland of Pesaro and Rimini taking the bike in the car on the starting point is slowly matured the idea that that "piece of heart" maybe we could go to take it back. The motivations were to be able to take a decidedly different path, to celebrate the "silver wedding" with a trip to remember, and a little also to find our limits.</div>
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Preparations began after the decision was taken. First obstacle to overcome was to find the right time by combining the various needs of work and more favorable weather for the holidays, we were able to choose the first ten days of June for the good weather we did nothing but hope. Then there was the path to be defined. The first objective was the island circumnavigation but we had to take into consideration also the variations that would have allowed us to shorten the route in case there were physical problems, bad weather, forced return, etc. Among the variants to consider was the direction to be taken: turn clockwise or anticlockwise, not that much changed but the flat part of the east coast had its importance in making it with "fresh legs" that would have allowed us to do a lot of road.</div>
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The decision we would have taken on the ferry also in relation to weather conditions. It was also taken into consideration the fact that there is the railway that from Ajaccio cuts the island up to Bastia, in case of forced return we could have used it. Another basic decision was to choose whether to spend the night at campsites or in hotels. The first idea was more adventurous and involved camping. The belief has matured slowly that the hotels would have been the best solution as we could lighten up a few pounds (curtains, mats, sleeping bag etc.) and above all rest better in relation to what was waiting for us, obviously at the expense of having to support all other type of expense compared to campsites. The documentation phase followed. A fairly detailed map of the island we had already, preserved from the previous time, and it was on this that we tried to define the route. The Internet then came to help us find publications of similar experiences that gave us some suggestions.</div>
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Reading the experiences of others, also helps to get a better idea of what should be expected. Then the search (always on the Internet) of all the hotels that were on the route began and we have formed a list of about 700 different types of useful accommodation. Of many of these, from the respective website, the rate card was viewed and we were able to select about thirty that were part of the type of expenditure that we wanted to support. We have equipped the bicycles of the necessary equipment by buying two pairs of rear side bags, a container to attach to the luggage rack and adapted a bag that we already had, fixing it to the handlebars. In the two small saddle bags they found two spare air chambers, objects and various tools to repair possible punctures and any mechanical requirements: a pair of brake pads, a brake cable, a shift cable and more.</div>
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In the two triangular pockets in front of the seat are finished glasses, handkerchiefs, change, mobile phones and camera. In the two capacious bags, all the clothes, shoes, etc. have been arranged. In the other two small bags, things of various kinds such as multi-function knife, binoculars, spare batteries, glasses, maps, toiletries, creams-ointments of various kinds and other small parts. Hair: we did not want to make even more of the hair dryer and, as accustomed to bring them both short, there was a "decisive hair-cut" so that those few, with only the towel and the room temperature would dry easily.</div>
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<span style="color: blue;"><b>First Stage: Bastia - Moriani Plage</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><i>Wednesday the June the 1st - 65 Km</i></span><br />
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Disembarked from the ferry we stop a few minutes in the wide square St. Nicolas in front of the port. It is a large rectangular square with parking below, on the opposite side of the port is full of tables of bars and restaurants. To exit from Bastia, going south, there is a convenient road-tunnel that passes under the old port and comes out immediately outside the city, we decide to pass in the old road that runs along the harbor surrounded by bars and restaurants and very old houses quite badly manteined. The feeling is not the best because the traffic is rather chaotic and we can not wait to get out of it. A short but steep climb leads us along the ancient fortification of La Cittadelle, afteward we find ourselves outside the city. On the side of the state road 193 where there are many commercial activities, it is the only road that leads to the south, the traffic is quite intense and after a couple of kilometers we free by turning left towards the Marana nature reserve consisting of a large inlet (with a very small access to the sea) where the water and the lush vegetation are the paradise of several species of birds. In a shop on the street we buy some fruit for a quick snack and we do the whole stretch of road that runs along the sea on a convenient bike path.</div>
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At the end of the lake-creek, before returning to the national road we stop to "wet our feet" in a very clear water but with a rather dirty sand because the beach is free and unguarded as a good part of the east coast of the island; on the shore we see several decomposing jellyfish. We do not have much time left and leave again to the first goal, favored by the good conditions of the road, quite flat even if the traffic keeps us constantly apprehensive. In particular we must be careful in the roundabouts and in the narrow passages in correspondence of villages, often the cars remain courteously (and prudently) behind us favoring us the march. At about 18:30 we are at Moriani Plage. The unexpected happens here. The list of hotels reported different but what we had chosen (for the price) was placed in San Nicolao the capital of Moriani located on the hill above, 6 km to be ridden uphill. We do not get discouraged and we face the challenge. Approaching the village, at each bend we find a mortuary chapel: in practice, the cemetery is "spread" along the road that leads to the village. Arrived in the small town the view of a dozen houses perched and some others around us makes us guess what an old gentleman then confirms: here there are no hotels, the Abri des Flots is definitely on the beach, in Moriani. Damn! We were right there! Quick descent and, beyond the nationalroad towards the sea, we find it immediately.</div>
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We ask if there is a room available (for pure scruple, in this period there is certainly sold out). We arrange all our things in the room and get back to find a safe place for the bikes, they suggest us to place them at the foot of the stairs leading to the rooms on the first floor, so good. We go back to a refreshing shower and we change clothes to go down to eat at the hotel restaurant. We order a mushroom omelette and a pizza per head without imagining that the omelette was gigantic so the pizza just can not finish it! Shortly after, we take a stroll through the different beach bars and restaurants and then go to sleep. We are definitely tired, not so much for the sixty miles made, all flat, but for the "hilly variant" and also for the journey by car started early in the morning. Anyway so far we have arrived, the first stage is behind and already we think about tomorrow, the stage will be very long, we do not even know exactly how much, our legs will decide.</div>
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<span style="color: blue;"><b>Second Stage: Moriani Plage - Pianottoli</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><i>Thursday June the 2nd - 140 Km </i></span><br />
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We start early (or almost) for what we have planned as the longest stage as it has no particular difficulties, we need to make a long way to reach the west coast where inevitably the pace will be slower, moreover this stretch of coast does not offers interesting details if not for some beautiful bays in the central part of the route. The speedy ride is confirmed by the instrument, traveling at an average around 20 km / h. After about an hour we stop to have breakfast in an isolated bar on the street where we discover that the 1 liter sparkling water costs as much as a dozen bottles. Later in Aleria we enter a "SuperU" grocery store for the supply of food for the day, the same water we find it out at € 1.30 and in a bottle of one and a half liter tonic we spend only 18 cents, we are perplexed: in tonic there is no water?</div>
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The weather is excellent and slightly windy, the road is almost flat and when the Km 75 approaches again to the shore, at the first beautiful bay in Favone, we take advantage for a toning bath for the legs. Even if they are not particularly tired, the "natural massage" is a real panacea. After a half hour stop, while we are about to leave, a Frenchman arrives with a rubber boat on the roof of the car, asks us for help to unload it and bring it to the shore, as soon as we arrive in the water, he goes off to reach some friends on a boat. We continue the march on a road of "Californian" type (long straight and wavy sections), the traffic has become scarce and the width of the road allows us some distractions, we meet a couple of tourists in tandem and numerous groups of motorcyclists, there it's a greeting (reciprocated) for everyone. We take advantage of a rare fountain on the side of the road to rinse our face and arms and to fill the water bottles that we have emptied in the meantime. Soon we are on the outskirts of Porto Vecchio where we exceed the 100 km traveled. We had planned the second stop here but it's only 15:30, it's early and the legs have no problems. We therefore decide to continue. We cross the ring road and beyond the city, instead of continuing to Bonifacio, turn right on the D859 in the direction of Sotta where, after a stretch of wide and almost flat road we meet the first serious roughness of the day. In the village we rest a bit 'eating an ice cream in the shadow of an old house.</div>
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Once again the march, after about fifteen km we find the sea, the tiredness that begins to be felt is softened by the sight of the blue landscape. Another 5 km (2 uphill) and we are in Pianottoli a small town where we ask for directions on the two accommodations we have on our list. We travel a kilometer downhill looking for them, in the first there are no rooms, the second we do not like much; then it occurs to us that in front of the supermarket where we bought the food for the evening there was a small house with a "room to rent" sign. Let's go back to the village and ask if there is availability. It is free and very welcoming and we do not think about it so much, the tiredness, especially in the part of the lower back, suggests that for today 140 km may suffice, many more than the budgeted.</div>
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After the shower and dinner in the room we take a ride in the village, it is only 21:00 but it is almost deserted; we enter a bar to take a camomile (not that we need it to reconcile sleep) and meet with a Sardinian, great talker, who says he is a builder of villas for wealthy Italians, he has it with the government, the Pope, the euro and the whole world. We tell him that we are touring the island and he, probably thinking we were in the car, tells us that if we want to see well we will take 3 or 4 days. When we tell him that we are cycling him, he replies: "Do you have the brain with you or have you left it at home?" Perhaps it is not entirely wrong. We reassure him (perhaps) by telling him that we are trained and we should not spend more than a dozen days. We salute him smiling, but leaving him a bit perplexed and we go to deserved rest, for today enough.</div>
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<span style="color: blue;"><b>Third Stage: Pianottoli - Porto Pollo</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><i>Friday 3rd June - 84 Km</i></span><br />
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Today is a beautiful day also, we start downhill and the next climb leads us to the hill of Roccapina (120 m) where you can enjoy a beautiful view of the sea; another descent and a new long climb that leaves the sea and rises to the 290 m of Sartene. In a rest area equipped with concrete tables and benches we spread the washed clothes in the sun the night before, we must take advantage of the opportunity to make our things dry. A couple of French motorcyclists arrive shortly thereafter. They are going around the island in the opposite direction to ours with whom we share the shadow of the bench and exchange a few words in French. Then the ritual greetings and good wishes for a good continuation of the respective destinations. In Sartene we buy water, bread and fruit in a supermarket where disorder and confusion reign.</div>
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Instead of continuing to Propriano for the beautiful descent on the N196 we go back a few miles and take the road D21 leading to Belvedere, an excellent example of how to lengthen the journey and work hard to enjoy some beautiful scenery. Short descent and subsequent ascent to the 370 m of Grossa, a small town where we do not see anyone. We stop in the shadow of the church where, on comfortable benches, we eat and rest for half an hour.At 14:00 we resume the steep descent towards Belvedere where, as the name of the village suggests, you can enjoy the beautiful view of the Gulf of Valinco . At the bottom of the descent, after having made a few km in the plains, a substantial "tear" and the subsequent descent leads us to Propriano where we arrive in the port area full of tourist activities. We are looking for slippers flip-flops for Leo but we desist, 18 Euro seems too much, we will look for them elsewhere.</div>
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We start again and shortly after we stop again to get fruit, water and a dessert because we have finished everything. We decide to go to spend the night in Porto Pollo where the list of hotels offers us some alternatives. The first three km uphill on the beautiful state road cut off our legs a bit, then we deviate to the next gradual descent. It is a street where the drains are being redone. It is a real disaster of holes, dust, piles of gravel and pipes, so we have to be very careful, the last 7 km return decent and flat and soon we arrive at the village of Porto Pollo. We head to the port where we settle at the Hotel De Golfe. It is a structure with the bar-restaurant in a fairly new building but the rooms are in an old building near by.</div>
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After the shower that takes away all the dust taken on the road we spend half an hour on the rocks to admire a definitely flat sea and marked only by some small tourist boats that come back into the harbor. At the just perceptible noise of the water that creeps between the rocks we review and comment on the route made: the first ascents of a certain relief, the first beautiful views of the jagged coastline, the legs that do not seem tired. We then head to a nearby restaurant on the sea side where we have pizzas and beers that we pay 24 Euro (probably sea-view included)! The pizzas were good but Leo remains "cheated" with the spicy oil that they put on it, as much as he likes it he put too much because he takes the sob, this is the effect that establishes his chili tolerance limit. After a short walk back to the room and even before undressing and brushing teeth we throw a moment face down on the bed ...... we wake up past midnight. We were probably too tired!</div>
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<span style="color: blue;"><b>Fourth stage: Porto Pollo - La Liscia</b></span><br />
<i><span style="color: blue;">Saturday June the 4th - 89 Km</span></i><br />
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This morning we woke up early and at 7:30 we are ready at the hotel bar to have breakfast (which is included in the room's 48 Euro), we are the only customers and the waiter tells us that he is waiting for the Boulanger with croissants, so we take the opportunity to prepare the bikes. After a few minutes the baker arrives, we make a quick breakfast and at 8 we are already in the saddle. After a few km we take the D155 that, with a short climb, leads us to Serra di Ferro, on the next descent we have to stop to pass a pickup truck that pulls on a cart a wooden house on wheels that clogs the whole road. The descent ends at a small stream in which flows a very clear water with which we fill water bottles and bottles.</div>
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The next long climb, in the middle of a thick vegetation, leads to Marmontaja and then to the 300 m of the panoramic viewpoint. It is mostly paved in patches with an infinity of patches in various shades of color. Here we cross another pickup truck pulling on a trailer a small house whose trailer has a blocked and steaming brake which causes a foul smell and an infernal noise.</div>
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Beyond Acqua Doria the end of the descent towards the gulf of Ajaccio offers the small and inviting bay of Portigliolo where we stop. We take advantage to take a bath and shortly thereafter a dozen Italian motorcyclists arrive who do the same; with one of these we exchange a little 'impressions on their respective routes. Starting again, the ascent and subsequent descent are in the midst of many houses surrounded by thick trees, hedges, oleanders and rose bushes. After a small detour on Isolella in a bazaar along the road D55 we find the "flip flops" at 4 Euro and buy them, we also take other 4 batteries for the camera but even these, like the previous ones, are "weak" and takes a while of discouragement; we can not give up on photographs. We put the refillable stuff back at home, which is still a bit full.</div>
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Before Porticcio we find a stretch of beach occupied by two splendid ... cows! On the other hand, there is a sign that prohibits the stop for campers! At Ajaccio we arrive at 16:00 along a kind of highway that bypasses the airport, the traffic is intense and takes us into the city where, at the port, we stop to eat and rest. We depart through a dormitory-district with tall buildings full of people shouting on the balconies; quite distressing. At the next two rounds the surprise: there is no sign indicating direction. We ask for information and we manage, beyond Mezzavia, to get out of the confusion of traffic going up for several km on the D81 in the direction of Appietto where there should be a hotel. Arrived at the top of the Col de Listincone (230 m), in a bar where we take an ice cream manager who does not speak Italian and little French makes us understand that the nearest hotel is the one that we have passed 5 km before. We certainly do not want to go back down and then redo the climb the next day and then we decide to continue, it is 17:30 the sun is still high.</div>
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High is also the pass of San Bastiano (410 m) that awaits us and before the summit, after yet another curve that does not show us the end of the climb Lori stops, drops the bike, sits on the ground and in prey to the discomfort he blurts out: "enough! I stay here". Leo, who still has a bit 'of lucidity, suggests that it is not the best place to spend the evening and the night and so, after a short nap starts again trying not to be intimidated by the climb. Soon we reach the pass from which we can see, in the distance, the beach with the tourist facilities that will welcome us. As always happens after every climb, the descent towards Calcatoggio repays the previous effort extensively. In the village we do not stop because the hotels are a few miles down, so we continue the descent to the beach where we find a hotel (in the list) that for 45 Euro offers a nice room "sea view".</div>
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The gentleman who welcome us, to our surprise, tells us that we can safely put the bikes in the hall and when we tell them that we try to go around Corsica, with the unequivocal gesture of the index finger that beats on the temple, in a broken Italian, tells us: "are you a bit mad?" (here we go again!). We can not help but answer: "a little 'yes!". We go into the room to arrange ou things and we find it well furnished and equipped with various dishes, a nice covered balcony, with table, chairs and drying rack that we fill with the clothes just washed.</div>
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From the terrace of the room we discover that there is a swimming pool, we leave everything as it is and immediately descend to dive, we are alone and we enjoy it for a long time. Later we go to the supermarket in front of the hotel and take the necessary for the dinner we eat on the terrace table while the sunset colors the red clouds on the horizon. Beautiful! The after dinner only provides the TV viewing and some commentary on the stage.</div>
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<span style="color: blue;"><b>Fifth Stage: La Liscia (Calcatoggio) - Porto</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><i>Sunday June the 5th - 57 Km</i></span><br />
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A little reluctantly we leave the place but the goal is still far away. In the initial stretch of flat road, the first and only technical incident of the whole trip takes place: the chain comes out of its rear seat at Leo's bike, and we quickly solve the problem. Near Sagone we cross "Thelma & Louise thirty years later": two elderly ladies equipped with bags on bikes like us. So we are not the oldest (50 and 47 years) to do certain things!</div>
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The 13 km of scenic road along the sea that leads to Cargese is very beautiful. In Cargese we stop to take bread in the main street, it is crowded and noisy. After some stretches of road with different ups and downs begins the long climb that leads to almost 500 m of Col de Lava and afterwards to Piana.</div>
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Beyond Piana we descend towards the splendid natural scenery represented by the "Calanche", rock formations of red granite that at sunset are further revived .The road is cut between the rocks and in some places is very narrow, sometimes there is a small recess just enough to hold a car so that it can pass another in the opposite direction.</div>
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We are amazed to see a coach and several campers passing by. The place deserves a stop-lunch and the inevitable photos. Before leaving, sensing that the descent towards Porto is very in the shade, we cover a bit 'putting the shirt over the undershirt. Indeed the road is shady, in the forest, and the sun and the beautiful sea view can be seen only by some hairpin bend.</div>
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Loredana fingers start to hurt for the repeated braking that the descent requires. From the village of Porto we descend again for a mile to its characteristic marina consisting of the marina and buildings no more than three floors exclusively used for shops, bars, small hotels, restaurants and everything that is aimed at tourists, including several "gazebos" with a table and some chairs as a boat rental office for the tour of the gulf; We thought about but the schedules do not coincide with our programs. The choice of the hotel is facilitated by the abundance and by the fact that everyone expose the rate card to the outside, same thing applies to the restaurant menu. We opt for the Hotel Monte Rosso just a few meters from the sea. The lady at the reception-bar takes us into the room and climbing the stairs, feeling a strong rock music, tells us that it is the favorite hobby of her husband but at night everything is quiet (hopefully!).</div>
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The shower has a problem for Lori, the water that falls on the ears half "cooked" by the sun is very paninful, it is also difficul to dry and moisturizer them. As soon as we get down, we ask where to place the bikes and the lady tells us that the bar is closed from 20:30 to 8 in the morning and we can put in there (very good). We have time available and after a tour of the entire area we pause in the sun in the square in front of the hotel where we observe "Thelma & Louise 2", another pair of elderly but lively ladies who defy the splashes of the waves breaking on the rocks trying not to do (or maybe do) the bathroom, they can partially.</div>
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While we arrange the bikes in the bar which is going to close, the lady notices the written "Gioventù Bruciata" (which is the Italian translation of the famous James Dean movie titled "Rebel Without a Cause", actually the Italian translation literally means "Burned Youth") on Leo's bike with the photo of James Dean and with a clear reference she said to us "Gioventù bruciata". Then Leo, to confirm that the years went up in smoke, passing a hand over the short gray-white hair he replies: "there is still the ash". We have dinner in a nearby restaurant served by a waiter with an uncertain gait, he seems "half drunk" We are amazed to see that some sparrows come up close to our feet, we drop a few crumbs of bread that they collect and leave. Something similar had happened on the hotel terrace.</div>
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Leaving the restaurant, we lay down on a marble staircase facing the gulf and await the splendid sunset in the company of many tourists who arrived little by little for the wonderful show. We climb into the room and stay a while on the terrace until the sun disappears completely. Then we put ourselves on the bed in front of the TV trying to follow a film in French. Sleep prevails, our own movie continues tomorrow.</div>
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<span style="color: blue;"><b>Sixth Tappa: Porto - Calvì</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><i>Monday June the 6th - KM 91</i></span> <br />
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While we are about to resume our ride, a French tourist who has just got off a bus warns us that the descent and the subsequent climb (a dozen km) are badly dangerous. We realize it since the first meters. The asphalt is no longer there, the road is being rebuilt and widening because in some places it is very narrow and it is possible to descend with great difficulty between pebbles, gravel and the dust raised by the cars on the dirt road. A French car that we cross in a curve stops and renews the invitation to proceed with caution, then curses with the classic "merde" for the fact that it was stuck further down because of the Italian campers.</div>
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We realize that they must have caused a hellish traffic jam in the worst place in all of Corsica! Towards the end of the descent we almost reach the last campers of the convoy that proceeds in groups and very slowly. As far as we go, we are able, at times, to proceed faster than the cars that must stop to give way to those that come in the opposite direction. The subsequent climb with the same type of road and dust really puts us in trouble. If the descent was mostly in the shade the ascent is almost all exposed at the sun and it takes more than two hours to ride 12 km. On the top of the Col de Palmarella, at 408 m altitude we seem to come out of hell. The stop is healthy also for the eyes, the view is wonderful!</div>
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After a few km downhill we find the 30 campers grouped in a large open space at the roadside. We stop. Many approach, we get to know each other (they are Tuscan) and we tell them that on the road to hell they have taken several accidents, they are not surprised that much, they were aware of it. They tell us that one of them has broken the oil pan and is trying to remedy it. They wish us the best time to complete the tour, return the greetings and proceed for the splendid and fast descent. At the junction for Galeria we are overtaken by the caravan heading towards Calvi, again we say goodbye and proceed on 4 km of flat road towards Galeria, a quiet town outside mass tourism, where we stop to eat and rest on the roadside cliffs.</div>
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At 2.30 pm we set off again for Calvi not on the quickest and most comfortable road that passes inside (D81) but on the one that runs along the sea, more panoramic but unfortunately with an uneven ground, quite desolate and largely upwind. Also in this case we take a long time to do a few km, then fortunately after the Bocca Serria the road improves and the wind fades. The road follows the sea halfway up the slope with beautiful inlets with the blue-emerald sea. A few km from Calvi we find ourselves in the curious situation of providing road directions to two elderly French people in a car we meet: they ask us if it is the right direction for L'Ile Rousse, we reply that it is on the opposite side to where they are going, they thank and turn.</div>
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At 18:30 we are in Calvi. After asking the price (expensive) for a couple of hotels in the center, we go to the outskirts passing through the harbor at the foot of the ancient fortress. It's all very "touristic". We stop at the supermarket for the evening needs and nearby we find an affordable hotel but before asking for availability we are met by a lady who tells us that it is complete. It doesn't really convince us and the impression given is that our view in cycling clothing must not have been to our liking. Worse for her. We find a place in a hotel later, they ask us for 60 Euros (breakfast included) a little beyond the "expected ceiling" but we don't want to go any further, 91 km for today are enough and we stop. Arranging the bikes in the garage we find and say goodbye to three cyclists who had passed us at the beginning of today's stage, we did the same route and we find ourselves in the same hotel!</div>
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In relation to the price the room is not great but we should not stay long. Usual shower, dinner and laundry of the few things sweaty and surely dusty. We don't go out, we are out of the country and we don't feel like going there by bike. We stay in the room, the TV broadcasts one of the episodes of "Star Wars" and it's always nice to see it again, plus there is the curiosity to listen to it in French. The final balance of the day makes us think in particular about the road being rebuilt and that five years before we were told that it was not the case to do it in camper, maybe they were half right. In reality even then you could probably go but the idea of having an expensive vehicle touch the sharp rocks is not exactly the best you can have. We regret not having been able to document the course well due to lack of batteries, too bad! We are surprised to make an observation: so far, but above all today, we have not punctured and if it did not happen today we will not be able to happen again. So it will be.</div>
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<span style="color: blue;"><b>Seventh Stage: Calvì - Saint Florent</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><i>Tuesday June 7th - KM 75</i></span> <br />
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Another wonderful day, we stay at the hotel for a hearty breakfast (included in the price of the room) and we leave later than usual, we return to Calvi to take some pictures of the fortress and the beach then we go in the right direction on beautiful state road (N197) leading to L'Ile Rousse. A couple equipped like us with the addition of camping equipment overtake us but We will not meet them them again.</div>
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We bring the bikes up to the sand next to us, we spread out everything we washed the during the night and off into the water. The impact is traumatic because it seems very cold to us but in reality it is only due to the fact that we are very hot, in fact immediately afterwards everything returns to normal. After a drying rest during which we take some notes in the diary, at 13:30 we eat, then put everything back in the bags and leave again. We are facing the crossing of the infamous Desert des Agriates, a large and desolate area dominated by the rock, almost devoid of vegetation and completely uninhabited even in the rare farmhouses that can be glimpsed. The 6 km climb to the summit of the 311 m of the Bocca di Vezzu are more demanding due to the lack of air and shade than to the slope, we count no more than 5 or 6 trees able to give shade for a stop, for more limited due to time. At the last kilometer we reach a forty year old Italian in "mountain bike" and talking about our respective routes we reach the top more easily.</div>
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<span style="color: blue;"><b>Eighth stage: Saint Florent - Marina di </b></span><span style="color: blue;"><b>Sisco </b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Wednesday June the 8th - KM 94</span><br />
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The morning is chilly, the night storm has left its mark but the sky and the sea seem even more blue than usual. The start of the route is with a decent headwind (as expected) but once in the vicinity of Patrimonio (a village surrounded by numerous vineyards) we change direction and therefore it gives us less discomfort. The road for the moment is good and runs along the sea at low altitude, subsequently at a higher altitude and often without protection on the underlying cliff, it is not very busy and the presence of tourists in cars and motorcycles is much lower than the rest we have seen in the 'island.</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6k_m-wFKdm6jZXlljYpb_e3UjEG3zDCE7i9Clezbn16lARAMBJWp-Hn7Rj49LLJglCZruRPK2LxxsKSfihLCX92bCE5gIJd5_syXHo0r5y2ASMNwC9FxDQA8M38q8I2c2JBHjNvK0B_w/s1600/08Giu_09.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1082" data-original-width="1591" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6k_m-wFKdm6jZXlljYpb_e3UjEG3zDCE7i9Clezbn16lARAMBJWp-Hn7Rj49LLJglCZruRPK2LxxsKSfihLCX92bCE5gIJd5_syXHo0r5y2ASMNwC9FxDQA8M38q8I2c2JBHjNvK0B_w/s320/08Giu_09.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">There are also very few coaches and Leo has a very close encounter with one of these. In a narrow and winding downhill stretch of road, as soon as you make a bend, you find the front of a coach which, as a result of the bottleneck, occupies the whole road. The rapid testing of the efficiency of the brakes of both vehicles allows you to stop a few feet away from each other. It went well! The road is widening in the narrowest points and throughout the western part of the "finger" there are several open construction sites. The first village of a certain importance that we meet is Nonza, hanging from a ridge overlooking the sea with a characteristic dark gray beach. We shop in a small "Alimentation" shop and take bread from the "Boulanger".<br /></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaoCR5jrhyYLWj4-nIqk0S8-c7IWVwTku0AOZk86qZQ86vTbysAjgDvLEwDU_j_Mgr6t45ZhExgp3fbdmQi2XrPbY2zR1tcE2MHfp4PZu2JuLL-8NXzbwWT_6jxgrL-IlLkpTeAlGNcJ4/s1600/08Giu_23.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1095" data-original-width="1557" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaoCR5jrhyYLWj4-nIqk0S8-c7IWVwTku0AOZk86qZQ86vTbysAjgDvLEwDU_j_Mgr6t45ZhExgp3fbdmQi2XrPbY2zR1tcE2MHfp4PZu2JuLL-8NXzbwWT_6jxgrL-IlLkpTeAlGNcJ4/s320/08Giu_23.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It is a panoramic and characteristic point where, for tourists, it is a must to stop and walk up to the Mulino Mattei, a restored windmill which dominates a large part of the northern tip of the island and from which you can see clearly the island of Capraia and more in the distance part of Elba. It is the point where we see the largest number of tourists stopped by car, motorbike, and in a bus. On the top of the hill, towards the interior, the blades of a dozen modern windmills rotate silently for the production of electricity.<br /></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlqxvPMhl82DPzyV3sHl-BB8043uy-YbgZrvS1ZeGF1m1TmxcXfSE4imiUcsqdQvzGXPN3y4mm0IRjRUT-56B2wv23v88LyFj6U9dbC4_VOnHE5LYjad8IFwL17NuOW2GhL4T3LpbFYs8/s1600/08Giu_28.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1002" data-original-width="1560" height="205" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlqxvPMhl82DPzyV3sHl-BB8043uy-YbgZrvS1ZeGF1m1TmxcXfSE4imiUcsqdQvzGXPN3y4mm0IRjRUT-56B2wv23v88LyFj6U9dbC4_VOnHE5LYjad8IFwL17NuOW2GhL4T3LpbFYs8/s320/08Giu_28.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We stop for a while to enjoy the last beautiful panorama of the sea of a stupendous electric blue, beyond this place we will travel along the flat road that runs along the entire eastern stretch of the "finger" up to Bastia and we will not see any more panoramic points. The next 12 km are almost all downhill on a moderate road surface and we soon reach Macinaggio, the first tourist town on the east coast. Our list includes the presence of some hotels where to spend the night. One is too expensive and the other two we don't like so much (they are old buildings) and as it is only 5pm and the sun is still high we decide to continue along the coast towards Bastia.<br /></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZr3XndWE9OWQid8w5AWrhdf3rpoSssmvnnG1cLvu-piL4qNhMoOvfT8nxJL-b_nMGZwNB9OwhedU6pfWYD1oUqRO02Ke2Ob58MnbpOz6Zj-FXncosWxTviAstM6NZVLnwgCovggmAcVU/s1600/08Giu_33.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1037" data-original-width="1571" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZr3XndWE9OWQid8w5AWrhdf3rpoSssmvnnG1cLvu-piL4qNhMoOvfT8nxJL-b_nMGZwNB9OwhedU6pfWYD1oUqRO02Ke2Ob58MnbpOz6Zj-FXncosWxTviAstM6NZVLnwgCovggmAcVU/s320/08Giu_33.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In the four villages that we cross we find few hotels, some are still closed and some are not very nice to look at, so we still postpone the stop. The undulating road remains low above the sea and the shore is mainly rocky except at some marinas where the stony beach is very dark. The sky is partially overcast and the colors are quite "dull". At this point the situation prompts us to reach Marina di Sisco where the list we have proposes a hotel of which, as for others, we visited the website at home, we know the price and it is certainly open. Shortly after we find him in front of the beginning of the village.<br /></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIeyFRsmq0H91MzyE1P6Vcs2QRJbSE-sCZE4poDJBRhMuZx9tJbkg5dyiXB4Nad8yX1peJDwlAKmkBg7WW3PGXuC9BqvpxsQt_22Eycb20PwyQ3rol0DOMwMkGHV0Wc51ZoJYqG7iHCxs/s1600/08Giu_38.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIeyFRsmq0H91MzyE1P6Vcs2QRJbSE-sCZE4poDJBRhMuZx9tJbkg5dyiXB4Nad8yX1peJDwlAKmkBg7WW3PGXuC9BqvpxsQt_22Eycb20PwyQ3rol0DOMwMkGHV0Wc51ZoJYqG7iHCxs/s320/08Giu_38.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Damn us! As expected, they only have the name and shape of the pasta in Italian. Everything is drowned in a kind of melted cheese and, at least for Leo, it was hard to eat some spaghetti and some penne pasta extracted with difficulty from the "swamp". To change the flavor we decide to add a typical "salade" which turns out to be of decidedly abundant quantities and ingredients compared to those eaten previously, delighted by orange wedges and chestnuts. A delicacy that satisfies us beyond measure, so much so that, having barely reached the room (also due to tiredness), it ends up like in Porto Pollo with a "sluggish" of a few hours lying on the bed without having undressed.<br /></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><span style="color: blue;">Giovedì 9 Giugno - KM 15</span></i><br />
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At Capraia (about an hour and a half journey) we are among the last to leave the bridge, it has gotten really cold and we take a seat on the main bridge where almost everyone is stationed. Shortly thereafter Leo is kindly invited to participate in a ship evacuation drill simulating a fire. Together with a few other volunteers, he carries out the instructions given by the staff wearing a life jacket and climbing with the others to the deck where there are lifeboats that should be lowered into the sea in case of real need.<br /></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOTEn-q5pZ8ImGv65ddg_LgbCBW62DhUthynQCkHNhq7jcCwHVwheNIOeY4Ry0PkGYGfHdjkVdGZ6lBIV0JhEu3vMjuLFwKg5KmmAZ7MGCbhR2sBA8TlnQQSZb_nrJglsFfCbbMnP7auY/s1600/02Giu_03.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOTEn-q5pZ8ImGv65ddg_LgbCBW62DhUthynQCkHNhq7jcCwHVwheNIOeY4Ry0PkGYGfHdjkVdGZ6lBIV0JhEu3vMjuLFwKg5KmmAZ7MGCbhR2sBA8TlnQQSZb_nrJglsFfCbbMnP7auY/s320/02Giu_03.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">An unforgettable experience of almost 46 hours on the bike and 74 hours of transfers in the nine days of stay on the island. The full success of what we set out to do was favored by the best possible conditions we encountered: eight days of splendid weather, no serious mechanical problems, legs without fatigue. The mind is full of things done, seen, said, heard, hoped for; the eyes are full of the beautiful color contrasts between beach and sea, sea and woods, rock and sky and the sensations that have followed are difficult to report and transmit as they were experienced. We have tried with these notes and with the 270 photographs taken. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">We were able to give little time to the tourist aspect. Certainly the city of Porto Vecchio with its gulf and the splendid promontory and Bonifacio with its imposing cliffs towards Sardinia deserved more time but we had already seen them in the previous camper tour and therefore we preferred to leave them out. Just as some countries crossed were worthy of a longer stop but this first experience had an aspect more aimed at nature and being able to complete the complete tour than a cultural holiday which is undoubtedly more feasible if you are by car or have more days in layout.</div></div><p style="text-align: justify;">A constant of the "tour" was the great faith we had in believing that on the hairpin bends of the climbs, after the curve that we saw in front of us, the road flattened out a bit, it often wasn't like this but the efforts of the climbs were in any case always largely repaid by the panorama and the descents which, in the case of a road with good asphalt, were real fun to ride at 50-60 km/h. Certain climbs on sunny roads in the central hours of the day were really hard and in the moments in which we found ourselves alone for some time we almost had the feeling of being the only ones in the world heading towards an undefined destination, of going forward hoping to meeting someone to bring us back to reality, and this happened on time.</p>It also happened to us that in one of these endless climbs, even with the energy of the brain in reserve, we "baptized" our two bicycles Krik and Krok (we were really "fruitless", indeed that too was over)!<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We have often found ourselves, on the west coast, in the strange position of being sorry to face a descent because we knew full well that after that it was practically certain that the ascent would follow. Leo's watch altimeter provided us with an aid to understand how much was missing from the "cliff" points that the map indicated. However, we are talking about climbs that are a leg warmer for a serious "cyclist", but for us, very tourists, they were fairly demanding.<br />Several times, greeting someone on the side of particularly difficult roads, we were addressed a polite "Bon courage" which however sounded almost like a "pitiful" encouragement.<br />It is also curious to note that, particularly on climbs, there is time to analyze the road and its edge meter by meter and not miss any of those details that escape you when you are in a car: asphalt, rock, shrubs, flowers, small animals, crops, houses, panorama, etc.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2FPl6nw3k1Gc-sUBp9v2WCA7Ucef2KTQzRfFAhx1V_-VQpfMu3dSgK7Yhq8YU23K0ckhl1Cj8mu1VtqdeuDsVcdn0PQgInrdF-4YEbIpF76MZTcGRzmOqBl3MO0d5e-f3-CHLu8y6ypI/s1600/06Giu_17.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1044" data-original-width="1599" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2FPl6nw3k1Gc-sUBp9v2WCA7Ucef2KTQzRfFAhx1V_-VQpfMu3dSgK7Yhq8YU23K0ckhl1Cj8mu1VtqdeuDsVcdn0PQgInrdF-4YEbIpF76MZTcGRzmOqBl3MO0d5e-f3-CHLu8y6ypI/s320/06Giu_17.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It should be noted that most of the eastern coast is exploited for tourism only to a small extent, the rest is "natural" and there are very few coastal towns. The feeling is that the Corsicans have no intention of extending the tourist structures as far as possible and making the island a mass tourism destination but that, instead, they jealously guard the naturalistic aspect. Signs in this sense are the fact that a third of the island's territory is a natural park and the marked intolerance towards camping in tents or campers outside the regular campsites.<br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;" trbidi="on">It should be noted that most of the eastern coast is exploited for tourism only to a small extent, the rest is "natural" and there are very few coastal towns. The feeling is that the Corsicans have no intention of extending the tourist structures as far as possible and making the island a mass tourism destination but that, instead, they jealously guard the naturalistic aspect. Signs in this sense are the fact that a third of the island's territory is a natural park and the marked intolerance towards camping in tents or campers outside the regular campsites.<br />The signs of the desire for independence from France are particularly evident in the north-western part and are manifested with numerous "FLNC" writings; on many road signs indicating the places in the double denomination (Corsican and French) the French name has been canceled and the Corsican one has been left; the most representative inscription is found near L'Ile Rousse on a wall: "it is better to die Corsican than to live French"; very explanatory!</div><div style="text-align: justify;" trbidi="on">
They have remained with us, in addition to the more than obvious naturalistic aspects:<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
• the fact that almost everyone understands Italian and is able to speak it (strangely, a little less young people);<br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
• the different points of the road under reconstruction in the north-west part;<br />
• the numerous motorcyclists met (often in groups);<br />
• the many battered and noisy cars in circulation;<br />
• the prudence shown (sometimes even excessive) by motorists in overtaking us;<br />
• the countless greetings reciprocated by pedestrians, cyclists and motorcyclists;<br />
• the prices are not exactly modest (especially mineral water and wine);<br />
• prickly pears along the roadsides in large quantities;<br />
• la scarsa disponibilità di acqua nelle fontane pubbliche e nei piccoli torrenti;<br />
• the numerous old towers on the various promontories of the coast;<br />
• the price of fuel slightly higher than ours;<br />
• the excess of waste along the edges of some roads which strongly contrasts with the splendor of the beaches and the sea.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;" trbidi="on">
At the end, the challenge trip still gave us a great feeling of freedom and independence and also of being able to do anything with what little we had with us, perhaps because we had done something important (at least for us). Being successful in what a few months before seemed something impossible to achieve, we are proud and full of satisfaction to be able to say "I did it".<br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>To friends and relatives</i><br />
<i>Lori e Leo</i><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Leandro and Loredana, whom we have already met on their tour of Corsica, also contact us to share a wonderful travel diary. In 2007, the couple from Gradara embarked on this adventure (for those who have already cycled in Greece, they know that it is a real challenge) traveling the circumnavigation of the Peloponnese, a journey of 900 km which they themselves define as having "a thousand contrasts". The diary is very detailed and full of information and particulars, Cuboviaggiatore certainly does not want to make a summary for its readers and publishes it in its entirety. The story will then be divided into posts, relating to the individual stages, which will tell the daily exploits of Leandro and Loredana. Let's start with the Preparation of the Trip and the Introduction and then we will continue with the stages.</div>
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Quello che vi accingete a leggere è il diario del viaggio fatto. Non contiene nozioni di carattere storico-culturali sulla Grecia (sono appena accennate) ma si limita alla cronaca degli eventi giornalieri cercando di trasmettervi quanto più possibile le sensazioni e le emozioni che abbiamo provato unitamente alle situazioni che abbiamo vissuto, tentando, se possibile, di darvi l’impressione di averle vissute assieme a noi. Nulla di trascendentale, naturalmente, ma le tante situazioni in cui ci siamo trovati sono di quelle che “ti rimangono dentro” e, pur nella consapevolezza che quelle vissute in prima persona sono difficilmente esternabili, dà piacere raccontarle a chi le sa apprezzare.</div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Let's begin to set aside the things that will accompany us in this new adventure. The list is long and the expanse of chosen things makes us a bit apprehensive but we don't let ourselves be discouraged by about twenty kilos to carry around for about ten days in the bags and purses with which we will "decorate" our bikes. In this case the previous experience is of great help and comfort. In fact, as we did two years ago, we have prepared a booklet containing the list of things to take away and as they end up in the pile they are ticked off: a large list of hotels that are located along the route (regardless of where we plan to stay overnight) , maps of the route, some maps of the main cities that we will cross, a list of about fifty Greek terms and their meanings, blank sheets where we can take notes on a daily basis with the aim of drawing up the diary we will do (this you read).</div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">At 15:10 we board the ship, place the bikes in a storage room under the stairs that they have indicated to us and then we hasten to leave the garages because the vehicles entering, particularly the lorries, release a considerable quantity of exhaust fumes and it is impossible to remain there long. We wonder how the load handlers do it all the time breathing that air! We go up to deck 9 where a ticket control officer, looking at them, "reproaches" us with a peremptory: "who snatched this!" (ouch, let's start well!), we tell him that it was his colleague at the ship's access ramp, so he calms down and lets us pass. We go up to deck 10 and take a seat in an environment whose furnishings suggest it could be a bar. There is no one and we have not seen any sign regulating access to the club so we settle down comfortably on the sofas, for the moment it's okay for us then we'll see. We are looking for newspapers, but there are none on board. At 16:00 we leave. We'll be on the ship for about 22 hours, let's hope we don't get bored. At 20:00 we have a self-service dinner: roast beef with generous portions of potatoes, 2 typical Greek salads, beer and tea: €28. At the end we move to the stern of the ship for an hour to watch the unmissable sunset.</div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">At about 11pm we are at the height of the GARGANO, whose lights can be clearly seen on the coast. Even the full moon, towards the bow, illuminates the stretch of sea alongside the ship. Meanwhile the place where we returned comes alive, shortly after we discover that a disco! Partly for the smoke and partly for the not quite background music, we change places and manage to sleep for a few half hours on the armchairs in front of the bar on the lower floor then, around 2:00, we go back to our place. The disco has closed and so we sleep on the quite comfortable sofas until around 6:30, just when the ship begins to skirt KERKIRA (CORFU'). A couple of hours later we dock at IGOUMENITSA, site of the largest Greek commercial port, from which the main communication route towards south-eastern Europe and TURKEY departs (in fact, several trucks get off at ANCONA). Less than an hour later we leave and continue between islands, islets and the continent, the weather is good, the temperature is 28 degrees, only a few scattered white clouds, the sea is almost calm and crossed by many sailboats on a sea dark blue with streaks of very striking electric blue. Beyond ITHAKI (ITACA) you begin to see the northern coast of the PELOPONNESE and near PATRA (PATRASSO) you can distinguish the imposing structure of the RIO bridge. At 13:50 the ship docks with a slight delay and shortly after we are with feet and wheels on that land that we will tread for several days.</div>
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Partenza: ore 14:00<br />
Arrivo: ore 19:00<br />
Velocità media in bici: 19 Km/h<br />
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<a href="https://www.cuboviaggiatore.net/2007/06/giro-del-peoloponneso-seconda-tappa-Kratio-Almiri.html"><b>Seconda Tappa: Kratio - almiri (87 Km 1 Giugno 2007)</b></a><br />
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Partenza: ore 07:50<br />
Arrivo: ore 15:50<br />
Velocità media in bici: 17,7 Km/h<br />
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<b><a href="https://www.cuboviaggiatore.net/2007/06/giro-del-peloponneso-terza-tappa-almiri-nafplio.html">Terza Tappa: Almiri - Nafplio (84 Km 2 Giugno 2007)</a></b><br />
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Partenza: ore 08:00<br />
Arrivo: ore 17:00<br />
Velocità media in bici: 15 Km/h<br />
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<b><a href="https://www.cuboviaggiatore.net/2007/06/giro-del-peloponneso-quarta-tappa-nafplio-leonidio.html">Quarta Tappa: Nafplio - Leonidio (85 Km 3 Giugno 2007)</a></b><br />
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Partenza: ore 08:00<br />
Arrivo: ore17:30<br />
Velocità media in bici: 15,5 Km/h<br />
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<b><a href="https://www.cuboviaggiatore.net/2007/06/giro-del-peloponneso-quinta-tappa-leonidio-githio.html">Quinta Tappa: Leonidio - Githio (88 Km 4 Giugno 2007)</a></b><br />
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Partenza: ore 08:00<br />
Arrivo: ore 18:30<br />
Velocità media in bici: 13,3 Km/h<br />
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<b><a href="https://www.cuboviaggiatore.net/2007/06/giro-del-peloponneso-sesta-tappa-githio-stoupa.html">Sesta Tappa: Githio - Stoupa (59 Km 5 giugno 2007)</a></b><br />
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Partenza: ore 11:00<br />
Arrivo: ore 17:30<br />
Velocità media in bici: 13,3 Km/h<br />
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<b><a href="https://www.cuboviaggiatore.net/2007/06/giro-del-peloponneso-settima-tappa-stoupa-koroni.html">Settima Tappa: Stoupa - Koroni (99 Km 6 Giugno 2007)</a></b><br />
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Partenza: ore 08:30<br />
Arrivo: ore 18:15<br />
Velocità media in bici: 14,8 Km/h<br />
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<b><a href="https://www.cuboviaggiatore.net/2007/06/giro-del-peloponneso-ottava-tappa-koroni-filiatra.html">Ottava Tappa: Koroni - Filiatra (88 Km 7 giugno 2007)</a></b><br />
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Partenza: ore 08:00<br />
Arrivo: ore 18:30<br />
Velocità media in bici: 12,5 Km/h<br />
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<b><a href="https://www.cuboviaggiatore.net/2007/06/giro-del-peloponneso-nona-tappa-filiatra-katakolo.html">Nona Tappa: Filiatra - Katakolo (113 Km 8 giugno 2007)</a></b><br />
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Partenza: ore 08:30<br />
Arrivo: ore 19:00<br />
Velocità media in bici: 16,3 Km/h<br />
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<b><a href="https://www.cuboviaggiatore.net/2007/06/giro-del-peloponneso-decima-tappa-katakolo-kilini.html">Decima Tappa: Katakolo - Kilini (51 Km 9 Giugno 2007)</a></b><br />
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Partenza: ore 08:00<br />
Arrivo: ore 13:30<br />
Velocità media in bici: 15,1 Km/h<br />
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<b><a href="https://www.cuboviaggiatore.net/2007/06/giro-del-peloponneso-undicesima-tappa-kilini-tsoukaleika.html">Undicesima Tappa: Kilini - Tsoukaleika (66 Km 10 Giugno 2007)</a></b><br />
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Partenza: ore 08:00<br />
Arrivo: ore 14:00<br />
Velocità media in bici: 17,2 Km/h<br />
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<b><a href="https://www.cuboviaggiatore.net/2007/06/giro-del-peloponneso-dodicesima-tappa-tsoukaleika-patra.html">Dodicesima Tappa: Tsoukaleika - Patra (18 Km 11 Giugno 2007)</a></b><br />
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Partenza: ore 09:00<br />
Arrivo: ore 11:00<br />
Velocità media in bici: 9,0 Km/h<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">The purpose of our trip was partly to prove to ourselves that we could complete it without too much difficulty and partly to try to get to know this area of GREECE, the territory, the people, their customs, the food, their way of living and the relationship with foreign tourists, even though we were a bit particular tourists. We believe we have managed to get to know this GREECE and these Greeks. We specify "this GREECE" because probably that of the Aegean islands has a different aspect, being mainly a tourist territory and perhaps also the continental one, bordering to the north with the countries of Eastern EUROPE and TURKEY could be different; We hope to get to know them better in the future. Surely the one we visited we did not know in depth (the means and the time available did not allow much), but we can certainly praise these people for the welcome and cordiality with which they welcomed us in the places frequented. In hotels and restaurants, we can say that they did it even beyond what was due in their role, and this was noticeable in the details and nuances of their behavior.</div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">We have also perceived an idea of life different from the one we are used to. Our frenzy, stress, selfishness, attention to detail, envy, careerism are contrasted by calm and essentiality. We seemed to understand that the important thing here is to live with dignity, everything else is superfluous and doesn't deserve too much attention and care. This is probably more pronounced in the south of the Peloponnese where there are small towns that seem almost sleepy because in the north, between PATRA and KORINTHOS, there seems to be more vigor, more vitality. Here, however, some of the "thousand contrasts" of the subtitle are evident. Along the roadsides there are many plastic and glass bottles, jars and various papers that clash strongly with the green of the olive trees and the blue of the sea and the sky. Strong contrasts are present throughout the peninsula. The neglect of many roads is coupled with the natural beauties; incomplete new buildings inhabited by… goats; stone houses, narrow and high, quite modest, built in magnificent panoramic places or a stone's throw from the sea; some hotels with a disproportionate price compared to the quality offered; new cars, very well-kept, and others very old, without lights and with illegible number plates; the high speed maintained by vehicles on state roads and the lack of any trace of an accident. Many other details are in evident contradiction with the environment, with the people and with history, which have often left us perplexed.</div>
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One of our authors of long standing gives us this wonderful story of his last summer tour in <a href="https://www.cuboviaggiatore.com/search/label/Sardinia">Sardinia</a>.<br /></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>By <a href="https://www.cuboviaggiatore.com/search/label/Marco%20Mazzola">Marco Mazzola</a></i> <br />
<i>with the valuable support of Giorgio Iacotino</i><br />
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This year we (Giorgio, Marco, Tom, Ottavio) decided to leave with our MTBs from home, so Friday May 26 we start from Rivarolo Canavese direction Turin Train Station to take the train to Genoa. Arrived in Genoa in a few minutes we arrive at the boarding for the Moby ferry, with the bikes we are the first to go up and so in a short time we are in the cabin to leave our bags and we enjoy our quiet night of navigation toward Porto Torres.<br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: blue;"><b>Day 1: Saturday May 27</b></span><br />
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At 9.00 we disembark and start our adventure in Sardinia; direction Stintino. Once in Stintino after about two hours we embark on a rubber dinghy that is the shuttle between the town and the island of Asinara. The dinghy had been booked long time before, there are several agencies that practice this type of transport and prices are almost aligned. Disembarked at Fornelli, we ride along the island to Cala D'Oliva where there is the only place to sleep on the island (Cooperativa Sognasinara). A former prison guards' dormitory at the time when the island was prison. The place is beautiful because you are immersed in the Mediterranean landscape with its colors and flavors which envelops you.<br />
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We do not waste time so we leave the bags in the room (dormitory with six beds for only four of us) and take back the MTBs to get to the most northestt place on the island Punta della Scomunica.<br />
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We look at the view, and as the tiredness starts what's better than a nice dip in the crystal clear waters of Punta Sabina.<br />
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We return to the hostel, we change clothes, we have dinner (which was also abundant and good) and then visit the village of Cala d'Oliva thinking back to the time when it was inhabited by many families all directly or indirectly related to prison work and also to the beach house where the judges Falcone and Borsellino spent their "holidays".<br />
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<b><span style="color: blue;">Day 2: Isola Asinara - Alghero (99 Km, Sunday May 28)</span></b>
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After breakfast we leave again to return to Fornelli where our rubber dinghy is waiting to bring us back to Stintino.<br />
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Disembarked in Stintino we take the road towards Alghero. We do not take the fastest and busiest, but we stay more on the right, better for cyclists.<br />
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We arrive in Alghero in the afternoon we find a B&B where we leave our MTBs and we start to visit the city, especially to find a restaurant to recover energies..<br />
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<b><span style="color: blue;">Day 3: Alghero - Torre del Pozzo (86 Km, Monday May 29)</span></b>
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The next day, early in the morning, we leave to direction Bosa. The coastal road to get to Bosa is all up and down hill, to be honest, Sardinia is all up and down. However, the landscape and the almost absence of traffic repay our efforts. We pass Bosa where we had stopped for lunch and take direction Torre su Puttu.<br />
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We stop at the <a href="https://www.bnbandreaevalentina.com/" target="_blank">B&B Andrea and Valentina</a>, which we highly recommend, place bike friendly and especially good rooms and wonderful welcome.<br />
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<b><span style="color: blue;">Day 4: Torre del Pozzo - Dune di Piscinas (98 Km, Tuesday Mat the 30th)</span></b>
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We have a hearty breakfast and set off in the direction of Oristano. We pass the city and arrive, taking the road from Arborea to Marceddi. we find a small kiosk where they sell groceries, we make sandwiches, we stock up on bananas and water and moving a few meters we are on the shore of one of the many ponds in the area, to tell the truth more than a pond is a bay where the road dam closes it with bulkheads.
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After lunch we pass on this barrier and we find ourselves on the opposite bank; direction Piscinas. The road to Piscinas is truly fabulous, as being in a fairytale, dunes that make famous the town.. <br />
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We arrive at the <a href="http://www.campingsciopadroxiu.com/index.php/it/" target="_blank">Campsite Sciopadroxiu</a>, located between the dunes and the Mediterranean scrub; we rent rooms that are ideal for us, we have the place to wash the bikes and roll out the uniforms, but first of all there is a restaurant inside where dinner is really wonderful.<br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><b>Day 5: Dune di Piscinas - Iglesias (71 Km, Wednesday May the 31st)</b></span><br />
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The next day we leave and here the road gets a bit 'hard because you have to climb up to Ingurtosu, up to the junction of the SS126. From there turning right and going for a few kilometers a slight stretch, we begin the descent towards Portixeddu. The asphalt is nice so we draw the curves even if the bags do not help us.<br />
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From Portixeddu we reach Buggerru; stop for drinking, unfortunately in Sardinia it is not easy to find a fountain, so a bar or a grocery store are essential to fill the water bottles.<br />
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We start uphill and then descend again and then go back down again. We arrive at the top of a small valley where we begin the descent towards Masua. Luckily we do it downhill, arrived in Masua we have the brake pads that smoke. We resume and pass Nebida, Fontanamare and finally Iglesias. This piece of coast is really to be tasted and above all you should visit what remains of the old tuna or quarries now in disuse.<br />
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In Iglesias we stop at a B & B in the center of the village, convenient to visit the area and find a place to have diner.<br />
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<b><span style="color: blue;">Day 6: Iglesias - Sant'Antioco (74 Km, Thursday June the 1st)</span></b>
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In the morning we leave from Iglesias with destination Portoscuso, we embark on the ferry and arrive on the island of Carloforte. We take a short tour of the island and have lunch at one of the many restaurants along the harbor. Return to the ferry to get to Calasetta.<br />
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From Calasetta we arrive at Sant'Antioco; we find a B & B leave the bikes, we change and we start to visit the town.<br />
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<b><span style="color: blue;">Day 7: Sant'Antioco - Cagliari (120 Km, Friday June the 2nd)</span></b>
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Long stop Sant'Antioco-Cagliari. We pass the narrow isthmus that separates the island from the mainland, despite having almost 110 km to go we do not leave behind Teulada, and Pula. Initially we thought we would stop in Cagliari but then at the last moment, seeing the timetables, we speed up to arrive in time at the Cagliari station and take the train to Olbia. The only drawback of the day and that to do before we have shortened the path to the Stagno di Cagliari; the road is very busy with cars and trucks, in those about 15 km we found two accidents: better to avoid. However we arrive safely and especially in time to catch the train to Olbia. Arrived in Olbia we choose a B & B that is not right in the city center but close to a take-away pizzeria; tonight, pizza for everyone.<br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><b>Day 8 and return</b></span><span style="color: blue;"><b>: Olbia - Santa Teresa di Gallura (67 Km, Saturday June the 3rd) </b></span><br />
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The next day we leave for Santa Teresa. We do not initially take the national road SS125, but climb up from Santa Lucia, we avoid a bit 'of traffic. So we arrive in Arzachena, we pass Palau and in the afternoon we are in Santa Teresa.<br />
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We stay at the B & B Jolie, comfortable and well furnished with a 4-star breakfast.<br />
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Right in front of the B & B there is the pizzeria La Lucciola, of two of our former work colleagues; obligatory stop to enjoy their delicious pizza and above all to remind us of the old times and anecdotes of when we worked together in the same company.<br />
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<b><span style="color: blue;">Day 9: Santa Teresa - Porto Torres (105 Km, Sunday June the 4th) </span></b>
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So we arrive in Porto Torres; let's go buy some souvenir.. pecorino and bottarga and then since we are in Sardinia ... big roast pork ...<br />
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In the morning after we arrive in Genoa, we take the train back to Turin and then last ride home; in total 850 km.<br />
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cuboviaggiatorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17557409132825355816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011244988562720010.post-59973743371185252102018-04-26T10:55:00.001-07:002022-12-02T13:04:10.547-08:00Lavagna - Sestri Levante: the cycle paths ... where they are not needed<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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when spring arrives what's better than a weekend at the beach? Lavagna is a small and charming seaside town of the western Ligurian, which lies exactly between Chiavari and Sestri Levante. Lavagna is our destination for relaxing bathing and cycling. Unfortunately, the departure from the city was hurried and prevented us to get ready to bring the bikes, therefore, as soon as we arrived, we immediately looked for a solution to rent bicycles to make our stay more pleasant and easy.<br /></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The very friendly hotelier proposes a bike rental in the port area (which is the only one in the area), a very nice area, many boats are moored here for winter storage, and they see really beautiful. Finally we arrive at the rental shop and we unfortunately notice that it is closed, but we do not lose hopes, there is a telephone number on the door, we call and we answer the rental manager who proves immediately available and kind, tells us that will be available to open and give us the bikes in 5 minutes. We take advantage of the wait to go for a ride and see some moored boats. Punctual as promised the manager after 5 minutes arrives and offers us some nice bicycles of water color without gears, but with basket and luggage rack. We have a chat, pleasant and helpful person to give us useful information to discover that unlike the expectations for a quiet family walk the availability of cycle paths is not as wide as expected, you can go to Sestri Levante or to Chiavari, but no further because you have to face challenging climbs that are not really feasible considering the type of bike and the type of trip planned. He also tells us about many difficulties and various galleries, which he is even afraid to travel with the scooter. The stories make us desist from any other business as well as reach Sestri Levante. We start from the Marina di Lavagna, where actually pedaling is very pleasant, there are no cars and all people here move by bike, after the marina comes out through a convenient turnstile (I wonder if I had another bike, the type with horizontal tube, if I had managed to pass the same ...) and climb on the seafront, where the bike path in some parts is mentioned, in some places is more evident, even if well covered by a layer of unpleasant gravel, in any case here the bike path is quite useless as the waterfront, at least today little frequented, allows us to walk in absolute tranquility and without gravel, away from cars and next to the sea.<br /></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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After the waterfront, however, unfortunately the situation is complicated and things start to get difficult. The promenade ends in fact with a beautiful stony descent straight on the sand and stones of the beach. I try to scout on foot if there is a subway a few meters to get to the Aurelia, but I can not find anything ... just stairs. We then go back about 700 meters to the last underpass that we had hoped to overcome hope to be able to make the waterfront to the limit of its potential. We take the underpass and we are on the opposite side of the Aurelia in a parking lot, we must then cross the Aurelia to get back on the right side of the road. Cycling on the Aurelia is not typically known as one of the most pleasant things in the world, narrow street, very busy and with so many dangers outcropping on the right side (holes, badly parked cars, bus stops etc ...). At one point the Aurelia stops running along the sea and starts climbing, the bicycles are not really suitable for climbing, but it can be done, it is not particularly demanding and steep.<br /></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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At this point I stop to undress, start to get warm, to my right I meet a gentleman who I mention a slight disappointment for the lack of protection for cyclists and this gentleman tells me "Here the bike paths build where they are not needed", sentence that gave me a lot to reflect. We climb and at some point we notice a protection, there is a space between the guardrail and the end of the roadway a narrow walkway but walkable and protected by bike, we decide to take it does not hurt a little of protection, but we see early that this protection is the antechamber of an almost hell. In fact, here the road crosses almost a mountain overlooking the sea and ends up in a nightmare gallery. Narrow road overtrafficised and in the tunnel ... here it would be necessary to have a bike path, I think about what was right the gentleman just met.<br /></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The passage on the mini-sidewalk at the side of the road is really a nightmare, you risk at any time to touch the handlebars and fall with the consequent danger of being hit by the first passing vehicle ... occasionally you also encounter some daring jogging in this silent gallery (obviously the rumble of cars, trucks and motorcycles are really noisy). We are finally able to come out alive from this tunnel and the Sestri Levante sea sidewalk waits for us. We see some works that seem almost to hint at the beginning of a cycle path outside the gallery, but people will then tell us that they are works that do not regard the cycle paths.<br /></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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In the vicinity of the central part of Sestri, ironically, what do we find? a beautiful cycle with even the red-colored floor as the VIPs carpet, really beautiful, useful to divide walkers from riders and provide a sparkling and enviable street forniture, but certainly less useful than it would have been useful a path to avoid that nightmare gallery. We spend the day in Sestri Levante enjoying the beautiful Bay of silence (Baia del silenzio), and a relaxing beach bath, but we live all day with the fixed thought of the return and the nightmare gallery waiting for us on the way back.</div></div>
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There is a mountain village where cars cannot get tehere, both in winter and in summer, and think, it can only be reached either by cableway, on foot or by bike. This village is called <a href="http://www.comune.chamois.ao.it/en-us/home" target="_blank">Chamois</a> and it is located in <a href="http://www.lovevda.it/en" target="_blank">Val d'Aosta</a>.<br /></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Sounds good! I don't want to miss the opportunity to riding there, especially in winter, to experience of riding on the snow with my new fat-bike.<br /></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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In winter compared to the summer there is an additional attraction, indeed, the off road track that connects La Magdeleine to Chamois as well as being banned from cars is completely covered by a blanket of beaten snow.<br /></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The track starts from a fork a few kilometers above <a href="http://www.lovevda.it/en/database/3/tourist-resorts/aosta-valley/la-magdeleine/398" target="_blank">La Magdeleine</a>, in winter it is very popular with either snowshoes or just walking. It is an enjoyable, romantic and quiet path. <a href="http://www.lovevda.it/en/search/sport-itineraries-431/antey-saint-andre/361?pagetitle=Antey-Saint-Andr%C3%A9" target="_blank">Antey Saint Andrè</a> is the town at the bottom of the valley (<a href="http://www.lovevda.it/en/database/3/tourist-resorts/aosta-valley/valtournenche/430" target="_blank">Valtournenche</a>, a side valley of <a href="http://www.lovevda.it/en" target="_blank">Aosta Valley</a>) where you can comfortably reach the regional road as well as the Buisson - Chamois cableway starts, today it will be my starting point. But let's start from the beginning.<br /></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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My tour starts from the <a href="https://goo.gl/maps/vHddLKLEavN2" target="_blank">Antey RV park</a>, the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matterhorn" target="_blank">Matterhorn</a> is on the background, I can feel its presence despite the haze of the morning sky clouds. The RV park in winter is practically deserted not being Antey a ski resort although in my opinion for all the activities Valtournenche remains a central and nerve center.<br /></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A stop for breakfast is a must, lunch for now is not planned and the climb is long. I stop in this place that is located just near the ancient village (Bourg village) of Antey Saint André called "<a href="https://www.google.it/maps/place/La+Botecca+De+La+Cumena/@45.8051335,7.5927104,15z/data=!4m5!3m4!1s0x0:0x277cfb0b3488d793!8m2!3d45.8051335!4d7.5927104?sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwj4wvLP-OzZAhUBUhQKHbJZCecQ_BIIiwEwCg" target="_blank">La Botecca De La Cumena</a>", this village (Antey is like many others mountain towns is composed of many villages) is home of the municipal building located in the immediate vicinity.<br /></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It is a typical mountain road on the eastern side of Valtournenche, from here it is possible to admire a splendid panorama, the west side of the valley where is the municipality of Torgnon which is already illuminated by the sun while the part I am traveling is still in the shadow.<br /></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I try a little detour before arriving at La Mgdeleine towards the hamlet of Lod, to give a look at the homonymous lake, the welcome of a dog ready to jump out of the fence makes me desist then I resume my climb up to the of La Magdeleine.<br /></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It comes the time to get off the bike and enjoy the little town life and take a look around. I stop in a bar where I meet a nice gentleman who, noticed me on a bicycle, describes the possible routes to ride in the winter. Who knows that they can not be the subject of the next stories... stay tuned!<br /></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I slowly walk the main town road (the traffic is practically non-existent) to give a 'look around, I hit this stone carved on the bell tower of the church.<br /></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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So I'm going to take a picture of the church, even if it's too far for me to do it.<br /></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Another look at this mural on the town hall and the time has come to resume my march towards Chamois and the snowy track, the Fat Bike asks me for it.<br /></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Leaving the village at the first bend you must go straight to the "Road to the Valery Alpe", Chamois is also indicated, I did not notice immediately and I had to go back, not bad during the inversion to get back on the right track I could still enjoy the view.<br /></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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You take a paved road that in fact seems to be used, mainly in summer, as a parking lot for cars, as you can see from the blue lines on the right side ... something tells me that it is paying parking.<br /></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It is a secondary asphalt road, I do not meet almost any and continues to offer beautiful views, but this time I am in the sunny part.<br /></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I start to see the parked cars, it's a good sign that means I'm approaching the junction for Chamois from where the snowy track begins.<br /></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Here I am finally at the crossroads, on one side the asphalt and on the other the snowy road, I can not explain in these moments are caught by a strange emotion, like a child imagine to have arrived on the clouds immaculate.<br /></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A photo at the sign indicating the way to Chamois, made strictly of wood, and go! I start pedaling on the white ground.<br /></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I meet many snowshoe's walkers, it is pleasant, every meeting it is an excuse to socialize and tell their own impressions of the beautiful day and the beautiful landscape.<br /></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Arrived at the junction with Strada Severau I feel like trying to climb towards the Bosco Severau,Some people here at the junction tell me that this road is arriving at the plateau of Lake Pilaz and I can enjoy a fantastic view there. I do not miss the opportunity, during the continuous climb I stop to take more pictures and even make me a video-selfie (see video below).<br /></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I get close to the first lake (which is not seen because covered by snow) and is actually a balcony on the lower Valtournenche ... impressive!<br /></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Obviously the classic ritual photo, me and my bike behind this wonderful landscape.<br /></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It's time to go down to the valley, the sun is hiding itself behind the mountains, the day is over, and it will always remain the indelible memory of a ride on the snow without equal on the "Pearl of the Alps" (Chamois) that can only be reached by cable car ... almost!<br /></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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As many of you nticed we have a new section dedicated to News related to the bike innovation and sustainability world. Here you can see the complete list of the Top News published on March 2018.<br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It's a great pleasure today to host the article and the video made specifically for Cubo Viaggiatore by Paolo of <a href="https://www.crazycamper.it/" target="_blank">Crazy Camper</a>. Paolo for me was a pleasant "meeting of destiny", initially virtual, which later turned into reality. I was immediately impressed by his great ability to create compelling documentaries of his travels, with his faithful mates, Crazy (the Camper) and Camilla (the bicycle). I highly recommend to follow his <a href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCDMwlIy8ErtJsTB4A7tyBqg" target="_blank">youtube channel</a>, in particular his compelling documentaries like <a href="https://www.crazycamper.it/albania-1" target="_blank">Journey to Albania</a>, <a href="https://www.crazycamper.it/montenegro-1" target="_blank">Journey to Montenegro</a>, and <a href="https://www.crazycamper.it/documentari" target="_blank">many others</a>, I'm sure you'll like the videos.<br />
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Hello dear friends. To describe this beautiful valley I immediately go seeking more detailed information of those that can be found on the web that concern this natural paradise still almost completely uncontaminated.<br />
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Back at the beginning of Valbona, pseudo agglomerate of houses, I see a sign ("traditional food") that can fit my needs.<br />
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I enter into the property and what happened next is surprising. In fact, after the first presentations in English, a few seconds pass by in order to understand that I'm dealing with an Italian.<br />
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The owner is called Franco. Born in Trieste, he married Lieta, Vale's sister present in the picture, with his son Gabriele.<br />
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every year during the summer months Franco moves here with his family to recharge his body and soul from the frenetic western culture. I therefore ask him for information about the various mountain bike routes.<br />
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By the way Franco tells me about an episode occurred during the Albanian popular revolution in which the rebels have destroyed an hotel in the area (as showed in this photo) with a bazooka. Thus begins a long conversation where I acquired important information.<br />
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Meanwhile that we chat, I take a look the adjacent fields. Other than agricultural machinery, here everything is done by hand, also because the economy of the Albanian Alps is based more on sheep farming than on agriculture, as the cultivated areas form small patches dispersed and as a whole even insufficient to feed the scarce local population.<br />
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Having concluded the pleasant conversation with Franco and Vale, I head towards the valley floor where I can taste the difficulties of a mule-track placed right in the middle of a stony ground, which is actually the former bed of an inactive river.<br />
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During your stay in Valbona, meeting on the roads and paths of cows, bulls and other animals is a custom ... let's say that it is part of the package "all inclusive" of each trip I undertake.<br />
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Here at the end of the valley we find a perfect location to begin to describe this wonderful scenery through the images.<br />
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Here is a mysterious, perfectly squared block whose base proceeds downward with a wedge-like shape.<br />
A rock for which I just can not find a justification.<br />
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Surrounded by rugged precipices and jagged ridges, wherever you look among the daring peaks of these mountains that reach the 2700 meters of height, you are stunned by their disarming beauty.<br />
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Congested by the landscapes that can be admired from the bottom of the valley I go back to the village and then venture on another path that will allow me to document the views taken from another point of observation.<br />
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In these territories there are innumerable biodiversity. The woods are composed of chestnut beech and fir trees, among which the rare red spruce is present.<br />
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Among the fauna we meet the large mammals such as the wolf, the bear, in addition to lynx, wild goats, roe deer, wild turkeys and mountain eagle.<br />
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Once the glimpse of the panoramas offered by this side of the valley is over, the path will be rediscovered. Given the short distance that separates me from the house of Franco I extemporize myself as mountain singer and with a screeching nozzle ugola, I call his attention to greet him.<br />
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My today bike tour ends here not before but to capture other beautiful images here in Valbona and that I wanted to define "jaw falling".<br />
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The next day I venture into another excursion on the west side, but less fortunate excursion than the others. The path after only two kilometers of climb suddenly stops and something tells me that between the directions taken at the intersections of the different paths, some of those were wrong.<br />
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In addition to the opportunity to camp, always respecting the environment and the areas allowed, the most popular activities at the national park are outdoor walks and trekking, the rebel river and the steep rock faces are a great challenge for fans of extreme sports.<br />
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The paths used for cycling are numerous, but it should also be considered that if you adore the descents, this practice can sometimes be counterproductive and cause some ruinous falls, as happens to me.<br />
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en" tabindex="-1">The blow to
the face taken during the fall has given me some problems to the jaw
but all in all stuff ... will mean that for a while 'I will avoid the
landscapes "jaw falling" :-) .</span><br />
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en" tabindex="-1">The next day, the last day of stay in Valbona, I launch in the descent that will take me back to the beginning of the valley.</span><br />
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The reason for this initiative is soon said, in fact the vivid turquoise emerald colors expressed by the limpid water of the Valbona river deserve a quote and entice at least a timid entry into the water. Bbbrrrr ... no thanks!<br />
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The temperature is actually prohibitive and does not reach 10 degrees so the bath is limited to wet only the feet.<br />
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In the crystalline waters of this river lives the otter, a species in danger of extinction in the world and abounds the presence of golden trouts also thanks to the fact that fishing, like hunting, is not among the activities practiced by the local population.<br />
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If the descent was fun the ascent to the village of Valbona is less, because the battery is almost empty and then what Camilla can not give me I have to put my energy.<br />
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This trek will do well to my health and my slight overweight, moreover the effort remains limited considering that every three for two I stop to make the inevitable shots to these other glimpses of beautiful nature.<br />
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To be honest to fully enjoy these alpine paradises, I would be tempted to hike a hiking trip, but using the excuse that reminds me of how many other wonders I have yet to see, I feel less guilty with myself and abandon the idea.<br />
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Known both the father and the mother of Franco's wife, it is time to say goodbye to these lovely people and leave this lovely alpine village. Hello Valle di Valbona and who knows! .. maybe in the future we will meet again.<br />
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cuboviaggiatorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17557409132825355816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011244988562720010.post-42662745783097080132017-12-20T23:30:00.000-08:002018-03-11T07:05:03.569-07:00A proposal to re-discover the winter<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Winter has begun and the intention to stop pedaling is not there. As the readers of cuboviaggiatore know, the mountain in winter is not necessarily to be associated with skiing, it can be an opportunity to rediscover new routes, not necessarily aimed at cycling performance, but to enjoy the landscape and listen the silences that only the mountain in winter can give.</div>
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Unexpected things are always the best. Alfio and Antonello, friends of my wife propose a weekend with mini cruise in Corsica, we are in autumn, the ferries have few reservations and for several years a group of motorcyclists organizes weekends on the island.</div>
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In the low season you can also book a few days in advance, so as you can check the weather forecast. Friday night we are having a pizza all together and for the first time my wife asks me: "Do you want to ride in Corsica for the weekend? I can follow you driving the car". I wonder why I heard correctly, after a moment of stunning, not too long (I know it could be rethought) I nod with decision, it is the first time I hear from her lips a proposal about cycling! It is done, we contact the agency, we book 2 cabins; the program includes departure from Vado Ligure at 21, landing at 7 on Saturday in Bastia, the whole day free and re-embark at 20 in the evening, return to Vado Sunday morning at 8; cabin, dinners and breakfasts reserved for the group.</div>
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There is a splendid view of the sea and the Giraglia island, famous for having given its name to one of the oldest Mediterranean regattas from Saint Tropez to Genoa on a 243-mile course.</div>
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Wiki-Tom-Tom-Alfio takes care to inform us of the history of the Canary asbestos factory that until the early 60s extracted and worked the ore throwing the scraps of rock in the sea in front, the currents then spread the debris on the adjacent beaches changing the chromatic connotations of asbestos there is no trace, but this color remains that makes them special and unique.</div>
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In the distance I see a team car parked under the last houses of Albo, just at the edge of the beach, from the crowded I should not have trouble finding Grazia, there are 3 groups of people on a beach of at least 800 m, the only person single in the middle: it's her. Here the stop is a must, I brought swimsuit and swimming goggles, I throw myself into the sea and with pleasure I find the water not at all cold, the view is spectacular, the depth increases quickly and at about 600 m from the shore the seabed is already over 40-50 m, the sea is crystal clear, swimming towards the promontory to the south, the semi-resinous white rocks contrast with the fish and the dark seabed, beautiful!<br />
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Antonello and Alfio went in search of a place to eat, in fact it more than 1 pm and the hunger is felt. Today I feel like in a stage race, any problem is immediately resolved by the team car: Grazia had prepared me a sandwich and a fruit.</div>
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I get dressed and start to reach the group on the run, after a few kilometers I find them in Nonza, they are accommodated under a pergola mixed with flowers and leaves faded from autumn (photo), they have almost finished a plate of cold meats Corsi, meanwhile arrives also Grazia and we sip together a more than decent coffee in consideration of the rather poor average quality of Franch coffe (at least from italian point of view).</div>
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We traveled about 88 km, it's early, and I try to propose to extend the tour to Saint Florent, but Alfio thinks more and more intensely at his Moloch at 536 m in height, lengthening the 10 km lap could be fatal. Continue for another 15 km and arrived near Patrimonio we find the roundabout with the turning towards the Moloch, nothing to do, Wiki-Tom-tom in front of the sign Saint Florent Km 4.5 remains unmovable, mentally is already focused towards the hill.<br />
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Grazia, who preceded us, went to the marina, so I decided to extend our trip alone, Antonello, a trusted gregarious, sticks to his captain. In the downhill straight that leads to the village on the sea I hurtled by a noisy car, then the same scene is repeated several times and I understand that there is a rallie on those roads.<br />
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Arrived in Saint Florent I find myself in the middle of the rally cars, I prefer to deflect and made the rounds of the port back on my feet (oops, pedals) I try to reach the 2 fugitives, round trip I lost about 25 minutes, I think it will be difficult achieve them. The ascent to Col De Teghime is 8.2 km with an average gradient of 6%, I take it pretty cheerful but I realize immediately that here the slopes are very different from those found so far, between Patrimonio and Barbaggio I find a wall of 500 m to 14%, then to about 3 km from the summit another 1000 m to 12%.<br />
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I realize I'm in reserve, in fact I cycled for about 100 km and I put too little fuel in the engine, the breakfast even if abundant I burned it for a while, the sandwich and the fruit were scarce, so now I pay gage. Behind a hairpin I start to see cars parked, I hear the engine noise, we are at the end of a special and providential test I see a van bar on which I get to drink a can of Cola, finally turns off the spy of the reserve. Meeting the two fugitives, also refreshed and, after a snoop in the middle of the tussle of cars, drivers and the public, we leave. At this point I am worried about the Moloch, I see the top of it and my legs are like ricotta. Wiki-Tom-Tom and Warrior without Homeland and without Sword are pretty quiet, I notice after 500 m, we are at the top but I am so mad thinking of having to reach the top, while the road get flat on the right. On the hill are rising clouds of condensation rising from the eastern side of the island and we find our team car parked, unfortunate not to be found a little lower, Grace would have waited less and we would have helped in the variant with cars. </div>
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We throw ourselves downhill with some news: colder air, humid and shortly after even the fog. A sign warns us of the interruption of the road, but fortunately will be operational only from the following days, we can direct our wheels directly towards Bastia and after 130 km we enter the town. It is 17 pm and downtown is invaded by cars, arrived at the port it's up to us to wait for the team car swallowed by traffic, while Alfio and Antonello change I'm going to look for a parking lot, I put myself behind two girls who load the trunk after shopping, in the meantime Grazia arrives. To round off, let's toast our tour with a refreshing beer, at the bar Alfio's friends arrive, who had a ride to the Mouths of Bonifacio. Waiting to go back to the ship we take a walk in the historic center where we buy cured meats and cheeses. it's time to go back to the ship, now in the dark we get in line to the cars and motorbikes, after a nice shower we have dinner waiting for us. The next morning the alarm is in Savona, but that's another story, Corsica ends here.</div>
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Orbetello Lagoon is another of Italian natural wonders, which was able to surprise me. I was not prepared to ride by bike this natural park at all, the plan was different, maybe also for this reason it was a pleasant surprise.<br />
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Located in the south part of the Orbetello Lagoon there is a wonderful cycle path immersed in the large pine forest. It is a circular route thereforeyou can start the tour from any point. We decided to start from the "Monte Argentario" side you can stay either at the campsite or Camper parking area, you can of course also start from the Orbetello downtown which is crossed throughout the length from a convenient bike path.<br />
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Starting from the rest area after a couple of bends on asphalt you immediately enter in the <i><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tombolo" target="_blank">Tombolo</a> Della Feniglia Reserve Park</i>. The Feniglia is a sandy dune enclosed between the hills of Ansedonia and Monte Argentario, the internal part overlooks the Orbetello Lagoon, while the external part directly on the sea. The cycle path crosses it along its entire length (about 6 Km).<br />
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Riding along the bike path in the middle of the dune, so full of vegetation, we do not realize the presence of the sea, on our right (southbound), nor the lagoon on our left (northbound).<br />
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In order to admire and enjoy the view of the sea and of the beach it is necessary to take some paths (you can easily walk with the bicycle) and take a slight detour. It is also possible to park the bike on racks and enjoy the beach.<br />
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Being in the Easter period we did not have the necessary temperatures to swim, but we figure out that in the summer it should be very nice to take a bath and then go back to cool down in the pine forest. Anyway we didn't gave up the sun warmth and a little rest lying on the fine sand beach.<br />
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Getting back to the bike we opted for another deviation from the main road to be able to admire the lagoon close by, full of aquatic animals led by the pungent salty smell that filled the air.<br />
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small archaeological site that returned the remains of an inhabited area
dating back to the early Iron Age (IX century BC)</span> 'ancient attendance of this area and a herd of particularly meek deer.</span><br />
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en" tabindex="-1">The children, and not only them, competed each other to bring them closer and to feed them with carrots. The deer showed to like with voracious appetite.</span><br />
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The Area is an ancient Roman colony which have a private domus, the forensic area and a splendid capitolium positioned on the hill summit with a marvelous view of the Argentario mountain. Even the small local museum is worth a visit.<br />
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Once out of the city gate, we get back on our bikes, happy to dart down from the slope and in front of us the magnificent scenery of the saltworks and of the lagoon behind.<br />
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The cycle path proceeds with a flat course up to Orbetello, partly along the railway line.<br />
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We stop literally attracted by the smell of a pastry shop whose owners are very kind to show us the technique of processing cantuccini and other sweets, so refreshed and happy we resume our journey on the path to the bridge over the lagoon.<br />
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Also this stretch of cycle path on the bridge, always on a separate site, gives us evocative views of the lagoon, especially now that the sun is setting and we stop to admire what remains of an old mill in the middle of the water.<br />
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The last stretch from the bridge to the campgrounds is part of the narrow coastal strip between the lagoon and Monte Argentario. We arrive at the starting point, tired for the ride, but very satisfied with our day.<br />
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I had never had the occasion to write a negative article, especially about a bike ride in a beautiful place like "The Langhe" area, an heritage of humanity.<br />
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Before we left we were documented looking for a path that would be suitable for all the family and would allow us to explore the Albese territory appreciating the naturalistic moments at a slow pace of the bicycle. For these reasons, we have opted for the Tanaro bicycle trail defined in more articles on the web. "Suggestive itinerary suitable for families with children on the go."<br />
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As the landscape is remarkable (despite the misty day), among the Rocks of Barbaresco and the gentle hills surrounding the city of Alba, the bicycle trail along the Tanaro was truly disappointing.<br />
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Problems already begin from Ponte Neive, the starting point of the cycling path towards Bra and Pollenzo. We takee the bicycle path from the SP3 (putting our life in to risk). A short stretch of path is on asphalt road, anyway it immediately shows signs of abandonment with partly asphalt missing and partially covered by sand.<br />
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Continuing to follow the signs firmly, the situation unfortunately worsens, and we find ourselves in the Tanaro flood area in the middle of a stone and rubbish of abandoned waste.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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La cosa divertente è che di fianco ai rifiuti abbandonati svetta uno smagliante cartello di "Divieto di Scarico".<br />
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The funny thing is that beside the abandoned wastes there is a striking sign of "Prohibition of Discharge".<br />
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With the help of the map, and certainly not the signposts, we take a dirt path marked with a ban signpost, the road surface is quite bumpy for city bikes, but with some difficulty we can proceed without further obstacoles to the Vaccheria hamlet.<br />
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Here we note that the path of the bicycle is blocked by a gate bearing the words "private property ban access".<br />
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You can not think of going through the gate with bicycles, the only viable option is to take the overpass that goes over the A33 Asti-Cuneo motorway with the associated risks of crossing the motorway entrance and exit lanes (imagine it with children to follow, I do not describe the fear).<br />
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The next stretch does not shine as well for safety, the bike path is absent, except then appear on the opposite side of the road. The road unfortunately has separate tracks, so it is impossible to cross the road to get the bicycle road. At the first roundabout, via the pedestrian crossing, we finally reach the cycle path hoping finally to have reached a safe route, but immediately we realize the bike lane ends in the wrong way in Corso Asti, we are therefore forced to proceed on this very narrow and busy road.<br />
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When we arrived at the bridge over the Tanaro River, for our safety, we decided to use the pedestrian passage so tight to require not common abilities to be able to pass, I did not tell you meeting the pedestrians in the opposite direction involved "funambolist" overtaking operations. Here we are finally in Alba obviously in SP29 wrong way, anyway finally we reach the pedestrian center of Alba. Alba with its medieval village and its historic houses and beautiful bakery pastries reward us for adventures, but only one thought darkens our visit ... The return !!!!<br />
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You can see in this picture the map, indicated with the top right red cross the point where we found Tanaro flood area and stones. With a green line is indicated a variation that allows you yo overtake this area. The botton red cross indicate where the bicycle track is blocked, the alterantives are the busy roads.</div>
cuboviaggiatorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17557409132825355816noreply@blogger.com012051 Alba CN, Italia44.7009153 8.035691100000008244.655760799999996 7.955010100000008 44.7460698 8.1163721000000084tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011244988562720010.post-78965403214945453652017-10-28T23:30:00.000-07:002017-12-17T10:03:21.113-08:00Autumn on the Tour de France roads - 3rd Stage: Col de l'Izoard and Col du Montgenevre<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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We thought and discussed last night largely whether to end the tour either with the Agnello Pass or with the Montgenèvre Pass, we were very perplexed about the Agnello Pass, the awakening made us all clearer. A bit 'of rain, but especially the night white stomach problems have made the decision easier.</div>
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The last assuption befor departing is, on top of Izoard we decide. After breakfast our donkeys are waiting for us, in fact, yesterday evening returning to the room, after dinner, we did not notice a particular, but this morning we immediately realize it. The hotel rooms are marked by animals and not by numbers and try to guess what is the symbol on our room? "2 Donkeys!" The beats and laughter come natural. Deserved dedication. We are just 2 donkeys!</div>
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We leave the hotel to retrieve the bicycles that were housed in a wooden shed behind the hotel itself, the door closes behind us and the luggage remain inside, the door does not open anymore ... By chance the room symbols were appropriate? We descend in front of the restaurant, we make a sign to the owner who opens both the bike shed and the entrance door for picking the baggages up.</div>
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We check the tires, all ok! Let's start. A long descent towards Briancon is waiting for us, about 20 km, there is a lot of wind, but it is not a cold wind, there are about 6-7 degrees and we often have it behind us (thankfully).</div>
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The descent is really very pleasant, the landscape has a special light, the sun is in front of us, still quite low and the whole wide valley takes on a surreal atmosphere, almost like a painting by a painter.</div>
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We stop in the center of Briancon both for undressing and to buy food, we would like to avoid being without eating as yesterday on the Galibier, even if this unfortunately increases the weight of our load. We obviously take turns, not to leave the bike unattended. After the break, we immediately started the climb to L'Izoard, which starts directly from Briancon.</div>
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For the duration of the climb we often stop to take pictures (especially Lorenzo, I am busy trying to reach it), an explosion of autumn colors, really a nice side, even the asphalt was perfect up to the top.</div>
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Every occasion is unmissable to take photographs, this little waterfall on the side of the road attracts our attention.</div>
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The road is a very long gray velvet snake that moves gently among the colored trees of autumn, simply splendid and priceless.</div>
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What we notice compared to yesterday stage is that on the Galibier Pass the vegetation is practically missing while the landscape here is full of tall trees. In our opinion this makes part of the Alps extremely beautifull. A truly remarkable natural amphitheater, perhaps the photos are not enough to give them the right value.</div>
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We also notice that the refuge Napoleon (in the background in the picture) is strangely opened, which amazes us because a sign at the beginning of the climb indicated that the shelter was "stopped". We notice that people are eating outside, there is a lot of wind and it is not very hot, we do not envy them, thank goodness we have our food..</div>
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After the last spectacular bends we are at the top, where it is marked by an obelisk in front of which practically everyone stops to take the usual photos, we do not get away from the ritual and ask an Italian motorcyclist to immortalize us.</div>
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Riding the bike at the topo and almost time to think about the descent, here the wind is deadly. We take shelter behind a wooden kiosk, where we change and eat something of our food that has been painstakingly transported up here.</div>
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We decide to go down from the same side, it is no longer time to think of going down and up for another 1700 meters in altitude, the risk is to get on the Italian side of the Agnello pass with the darkness. However, it is not just downhill, arrived in Briancon, in oder to get back Italy we still expect another challenging hill, the Montgenèvre Pass.</div>
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It is not easily describable the emotion of the descent from the Izoard, first for the panorama, and second for the curves, not particularly technically demanding, above all for the excellent conditions of the asphalt. A real fun and enjoyment.</div>
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Once in Briancon, we undress again because we expect a long climb again. The scenario just out of Briancon towards Montgenevre is beautiful, the view with the fortifications, works of Vauban, (listed on the UNESCO World Heritage list) leaves breathtaking.</div>
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The ascent of Montgenèvre despite not having an impressive altitude compared to Galibier and Izoard is felt tough, first because it is the third day and it is additionally the second uphill of the day.</div>
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We meet Tom again on the Montgenèvre meadows. Tom was allowing himself a relaxing break, when he sees us pass, he hurries to greet us. We chat with him a little more, his travel schedule includes Torino, then by train to Genoa and then who knows, we take a picture together and we hope that one day Tom will remember of us and he will tell us the story of his trip.</div>
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We throw ourselves back downhill, it is late and this time we have no hotel booked, we have to look for something for the night. For bicycles the road is reserved, in fact the old section of the National road 24 is closed to traffic, here the cars do not pass anymore, it does give a very pleasent feeling.</div>
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As soon as we arrive in Cesana while we are looking for accommodation for the night another "meeting of destiny" awaits us, dear friends of Lorenzo, Claudia and Ivan are walking with the dog through the streets of the town. Lorenzo is finally really happy finding in a stroke the sociality of our "beautiful country" and a nice platter of pasta with tomato sauce. Thanks to the dear Claudia and Ivan for the hospitality and the wonderful evening.</div>
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Tomorrow last stage back home, I would say almost a transfer stage, anyway also on this occasion the "meeting of destiny". Meeting Mauro, remember the protagonist of the <a href="http://www.cuboviaggiatore.com/2016/10/cornaley-unplanned-trip.html">Unplanned trip to Cornaley</a>.</div>
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Early this morning, breakfast is waiting for us at 7.30am. The hotel manager has given us the chance to have breakfast at 7.30 am, unusual here, generally breakfast is available in the hotels from 8 am this however for travel with bicycle is a problem, it means that you can not be ready before the 9.00 am to start.</div>
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It is also true in some cases going too early, as it is today, can be a problem when the temperatures in the morning as in the mountains are very stiff. In fact, looking out the brining landscape and we notice that there are -6 degrees.</div>
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The hotel manager advises us to wait 9am to leave, anyway we still try to anticipate, but the flat tyre of my trailer takes time to fix it therefore before 9am we can not get off.</div>
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We are doing the best to cover ourself as much as we can, I can not understand why this picture has aroused so much hilarity in Lorenzo ... Perhaps for his Sicilian soul, more inclined to the warm weather than the cold one or for his initial proposal to go to the sea side by me obviously unexpected? Maybe why he was so dressed that he could not even move? Do not I seem perfectly comfortable? A slight downhill 41 km is waiting for us up to Saint-Michel-de-Maurienne where the ascent to the Col du Telegraphe is starting. Actually downhill with negative temperatures is not really the best, but to me basically it does not mind when you go skiing is much worse.<br />
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The first km are almost all in the shade, then a little sun, but in small doses.<br />
During the descent to <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint-Michel-de-Maurienne" target="_blank">Saint-Michel-de-Maurienne</a> we notice <i>the Barrière de l'Esseillon</i> (a series of five fortifications built in the nineteenth century on a rocky spur that barred the high Arc valley, to protect the Piedmont from a possible French invasion).<br />
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We stop to take pictures of the very narrow Arc Valley you can also see the suspended bridge, called Pont du Diable.<br />
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On this bridge there are several legends, one of which says that the bridge builder, unable to finish the work in time, made a deal with the devil in exchange for the soul of the first passer. The builder then made pass a goat first ... no comment!<br />
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At noon the temperature begins to become pleasant when we begin the uphill of the Col du Telegraphe. We take a lot of clothes off, we go to a boulangerie for Pain au Raisin and other sweets (considering the dinner of the Evening before which can not be considered exactly food for cyclists). Finally the body temperature resumes.<br />
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It was good that we stopped to buy food because from here onward nothing ...<br />
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French billboard is always very interesting and richer than the Italian one, it takes always curiosity and interest and space for a photograph.<br />
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Having reached the Col di Telegraphe we take photos together with two Slovak boys who work in Italy and speak very good Italian, but the eye is always at the clock, today is long day.<br />
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After Telegraphe the road goes down to Valloire, we decide to stop here for lunch break.<br />
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Valloire is nice, but maybe for the season, it looks like a ghost town, you can not find an open shop to buy food. We do not talk about the only open restaurant, the request to have a sandwich has the same effect as the view of a Martian .... Note that the bread was exposed on a chopping board beside the counter. We take a cup of coffee and two soft drinks and we go away upset. in each of these occasions Lorenzo continues to repeat the chorus of a song by De Gregori "Viva L'Italia", I have to give him reason, we can appreciate the value of Italian friendliness, hospitality and food only when we are abroad. Taking again the uphill just after Valloire again we meet a restaurant, even this one of Savoyard specialty but we can not stop for a Fondue Savoyard or Raclette.<br />
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I get in and I try to ask for a sandwich, hospitality can be even worse than the first restaurant. Unhappy, at first he tells me that it is not possible, then he tells me that I have to wait. While waiting he looks annoyed by my presence, at the end he also annoy me with this unpleasant behavior and I ask for information ... I am told that there is to wait another ten minutes, I decide to leave I can not leave Lorenzo out to wait for me further, the ascent is long, the time is short.<br />
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As soon as the anger for the rudeness and poor hospitality of the restaurateur ends, Lorenzo does not miss the chance to sing again the de Gregori chorus "Viva L'Italia".<br />
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Moral of the fairy tale we went up to Col Du Galibier without food, we still have a piece of stuffed sandwich taken to Susa yesterday morning. There is also a lack of culture in the fountains, and not because of the lack of water, so we also have difficulty finding the water (the only fountain in Valloire on all 36 km of climb).<br />
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I wonder it is a Tour the France climb, one of the most famous in the world, is it possible that it can not be equipped to offer suitable food for cyclists and fountains? On the other hand, the Porche and Ferrari cars with a German license plate running at full speed do not miss.<br />
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The valley leading us to the top of the Galibier is truly impressive and majestic as well as very long. We stop several times along the way to take photographs and to take breath. We also have the misadventure of meeting a bull wandering in absolute freedom on the road. Lorenzo was about to be shot.<br />
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Along the way it is almost impossible, if not in the last few kilometers, to look at the summit of the hill.<br />
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The arrival on the summit is incredible satisfaction, and the view repay you of all the hard effort. Ritual photos and immediately dressing, because it is cold and expect a very fast descent to Monetier-le-Bains, where we have our booked hotel.<br />
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Dinner can be even more disappointing than the evening before. The hotel has no menu choice, but with a fixed menu, we have 3 ravioli with anchovy sauce as strater and a chicken and vegetables as main course with lots of pepper and chilli pepper ... just what it good for cyclist in the relationship with the saddle ... the desert was not bad... but small.<br />
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cuboviaggiatorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17557409132825355816noreply@blogger.com0Colle del Galibier, 05220 Le Monêtier-les-Bains, Francia45.0640987 6.407730799999967519.542064200000002 -34.900863200000032 70.5861332 47.716324799999967tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011244988562720010.post-78428845766556989792017-10-14T00:26:00.000-07:002017-11-10T01:56:43.262-08:00Autumn on the Tour de France roads - 1st Stage: Col du Mont Cenis<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Let's start quietly, first on the Certosa bicycle path, talking about the next projects for the Blog. We face the <a href="http://www.cuboviaggiatore.com/search/label/Susa%20Valley">Susa valley</a>, our first objective is Susa from where the long climb up the Colle del Moncenisio, which will take us to France with destination Lanslebourg-Mont-Cenis.</div>
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Shortly after departure we stop at Alpignano to greet the bike store "<a href="http://www.letretacche.it/">Le Tre Tacche</a>" friends. The ritual photoes with Andrea and resume riding again, we cannot stop for too long the today climb is long.</div>
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I take the wheel of Lorenzo, traveling with him is much more secure than traveling alone, regular pace. Unfortunately in Borgone di Susa we find our first surprise that unfortunately will be a constant of the day, the wind. A warm wind from the west, a <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Foehn_wind" target="_blank">Foehn</a> wind, we pass from 13 degrees to 19-20 degrees, the pedaling towards Susa becomes tiring, but with more pleasant temperatures. </div>
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Arrived at Susa the first pleasant break for a coffee and a drink at the <a href="https://www.google.it/maps/place/Bar+del+Peso/@45.1385272,7.0508693,18.75z/data=!4m13!1m7!3m6!1s0x4789b6e7451d746b:0xacfc1fa7c0baaa74!2s10059+Susa,+Metropolitan+City+of+Turin!3b1!8m2!3d45.1386144!4d7.0484573!3m4!1s0x4789b6dfbfe28bef:0x61ecbe7443d96a7!8m2!3d45.1386752!4d7.0515195?hl=en" target="_blank">bar in the Piazza della Repubblica square</a>, where the managers there are really nice and always smiling.</div>
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Ready, refreshed and happy we start the ascent, the day is sunny and the temperatures continue to rise. The ascent to Giaglione is sheltered by the wind and the temperatures reach almost 27 degrees.<br />
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After Giaglione the second surprise of the day, again the wind, this time a very strong and frozen wind from the north.<br />
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We occasionally take some stops to take pictures, almost arriving at Bar Cenisio we decide that it's time to eat and we look for a sunny place sheltered by wind.<br />
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We leave again after the break, anyway we stop right away in a bar to take another coffee and chat with a German tourist who is on vacation in this area to ride the <a href="http://www.cuboviaggiatore.com/search/label/Susa%20Valley">Susa valley </a>dirt roads by enduro bike, and we ask him to take a photo of us.<br />
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We finally come across the point we call the "starway", from the photos you can easily understand why this name.<br />
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Luckily, this stretch of road is sheltered by the wind, but we are aware that just at the top the wind will not give us more rest.<br />
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And it is so unfortunately, past the wind-sheltered section we are exposed. In the south direction there is almost a push, but just the bends turn north it is a calvary.<br />
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Unfortunately once arrived the lake level the third nasty surprise for me, the cramps. I'm forced to stop and lose visual contact with Lorenzo.<br />
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Despite the sunny weather the temperatures are getting more and more glacial, the temperature drops to 6 degrees and the wind gets strong on the face. Too bad, the scenery is gorgeous, anyway we cannot take more photos, we are also too worried about dressing enough to face the descent. <br />
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We arrive at Lanslebourg-Mont-Cenis in a moment, the descent is fast and little technical, because of the conditions due to the cold hands were even struggling to brake. We arrive at the hotel the owner is kind and helpful at every request.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Unfortunately the hote restaurant is closed, they can not serve dinner, but the owner accompanies us by car to another hotel where we dine with entrecote salad and french fries ... there is only lack of pasta ... but in France you know ... no way to eat pasta!<br />
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As usual, Cube is always kind with me, I think this is my hardest trip, back from the sea without workout, after a month without a bike, a few kilograms more too. Cubo asks me to do this tour. It was almost five years that we waited for this moment, and when did it happen to me? It happens to me when I'm less prepared, but how to say no, he taces care of me and me too, anyway today several times between pains, fatigue, cold and cramps, I told myself that I'm stupid.<br />
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I think I've never been so fatigued by the bikes, but now that I am here to write I feel satisfied and at the same time concerned about tomorrow's stage, we expect 2 mountain passes and 2400 meters in altitude, thinking about shiping the 22 Kg and going just with the bike.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The night and a little rest will bring a bit of confidence. Tomorrow night if we can be shiny and alive we'll tell you.<br />
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Just a few kilometers from Turin, in <a href="http://www.cuboviaggiatore.com/search/label/Chisone%20Valley">Chisone Valley</a> there is the starting point: the Pourrieres hamlet. From Turin we left then Pinerolo and then main road to Sestrieres. Shortly after Fenestrelle you will reach the Cyclist Parking near the Pourrieres hamlet where you park comfortably and where you start climbing to the <a href="http://www.cuboviaggiatore.com/search/label/Colle%20delle%20Finestre">Colle delle Finestre</a>.<br />
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<a name='more'></a>It is a route of considerable altitude difference (especially for those who choose the Cima Ciantiplagna variant). The route initially follows the descent from the Colle delle Finestre, also used during a couple of mythical stages of the Giro d'Italia.<br />
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Until <a href="http://www.cuboviaggiatore.com/search/label/Pian%20Dell%27Alpe">Pian dell'Alpe</a> the road is asphalted and there is no difficulty (slopes between 6 and 11%), it is interesting and pleasant to cross the lovely town of Balboutet with a fresh water fountain very useful to face the path that awaits us.<br />
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From the village it continues towards <a href="http://www.cuboviaggiatore.com/search/label/Pian%20Dell%27Alpe">Pian dell'Alpe</a> (1.900), where the dirt road starts from the easy technical route (up to the <a href="http://www.cuboviaggiatore.com/search/label/Colle%20Dell%27Assietta">Colle dell'Assietta</a> 7-10%). The route is very characteristic on a dirt road with good road surface with wide views of the <a href="http://www.cuboviaggiatore.com/search/label/Chisone%20Valley">Chisone Valley</a> and the surrounding reliefs. In a moderate steady climb, except for a distance of about 2 km in falsoplane, you make a long cross along the slopes of Cima Ciantiplagna and the Top of the Vallette, climbs fast altitude with some bends at the margins of the Gran Serin and you reaches <a href="http://www.cuboviaggiatore.com/search/label/Colle%20Dell%27Assietta">Colle dell'Assietta</a> (approx. 2,472 km, after 9 km from Pian dell'Alpe).<br />
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For the more sporty people there is a viable alternative, but it is definitely more tough: that is to continue on asphalt up to the above Colle Delle Finestre with the stone in memory of the passage of the 19th stage of the <a href="http://autobus.cyclingnews.com/road/2005/giro05/" target="_blank">88th Giro d'Italia</a> on Saturday 28 May 2005, when first crossed the top he was <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Danilo_Di_Luca" target="_blank">Danilo Di Luca</a> from Abruzzo.<br />
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Once you reach the top of the pass, climb to the fort on a small pedestrian path and from here you reach the old "high" military of the Assietta passing through the Fountain of Mourou and the Colle della Vecchia (2439). Walk on the very panoramic military road with beautiful glimpses and aerial passes and beautiful views and reach the fork on the Ciantiplagna path (wooden signpost); 100 mt. about portage and you're on top 2848!<br />
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The descent brings us back to the fork from where you continue on the military for the Colle delle Vallette and the Gran Serin Barracks; from here continue on the road and near a hairpin to sin. under the Gran Serin find a path that allows you to reach downhill and easily the Colle dell'Assietta. From the hill a further altitude rise for 1 km leads to the Testa dell'Assietta (2.544 ac, maximum for us day), whose monumental stele can be easily reached within a few seconds.<br />
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The route then continues slightly downhill for 3 km at Col Lauson (about 2.500) and then further 3 km to the next Col Blegier (about 2.380).<br />
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The road continues now with a short (1.5 km) and challenging climb to Monte Genevris (2,510), then the fast descent to the bends and long crossings to the Colle di Costa Piana (about 2,330 after having traveled 3 km from the Colle Genevris) followed by a 2.2 km uphill to Col Bourget (about 2.310) and after a further 4 km, at the end of the Assietta road, the final climb (last effort of the day) reaches the Colle Basset (about 2.470) panoramic ridge between Val Chisone and Val di Susa.<br />
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The ride on the watershed between Val di Susa and Val Chisone is over, we are tired but happy to have had the chance to see spectacular mountain landscapes on a day featuring the perfect weather. From Coll Basset begins the fast descent for about 5.5 km on dirt road towards Sestriere.<br />
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<span id="result_box" lang="en" tabindex="-1">The descent from the Colle del Sestrieres continues along the Main Road although there is a valid alternative along the dirt road of the Legendary Escape, but we are tired and we do not feel to face a couple of miles of dirty road with ups and downs ... for you sportsmen however know that there is an alternative route.</span><br />
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<b>Recommended period</b>: June to September<br />
Performed: July 16, 2017 with Gabriele on the occasion of the Piedmont Festival with the historic reenactment of the battle fought and won against the French in 19 July 1747. Unfortunately, on the occasion the road is busy and you eat a lot of dust. If you want more tranquility, be aware that the road is forbidden to motorized traffic on Wednesdays and Saturdays during the summer.<br />
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<li><b>Altitude difference</b>: 1124 m</li>
<li><b>Total Altitude diff</b>:1453,7 m</li>
<li><b>Max Slope</b>: 10,02%</li>
<li><b>Elapsed time</b>: 0.07.44 Ore</li>
<li><b>Max Altitude</b>: 2544,8 m</li>
<li><b>Min Altitude</b>: 1420,8 mt</li>
<li><b>Max Speed</b>: 48,47 Km/h</li>
<li><b>Route Lenght</b>: 58,64 Km</li>
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<i>By <a href="http://www.cuboviaggiatore.com/search/label/Nico%20de%20Corato">Nico de Corato</a></i><br />
<i>Translated by Daniel D. Brecht </i> <br />
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An incredible series of coincidences has led me, Nico de Corato, for years living in Dubai to celebrate Eid al-Adha, an Islamic &quot;Sacrifice Feast&quot; festival, with two fellow countrymen also residents in the emirate looking for a bit of fun this day: on a bicycle. What offers a unique, indescribable thrill made my fantastic mountain training worthwhile and doing it in the best of ways for the true two-wheel fanatics we are. It was one of the most exclusive bike adventures.<br />
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I calm myself and reflect on how it all began. A few weeks ago, I was given a Fat Bike (purchased by Cicli Pellegrini Clusone BG), one of those special electrically assisted e-bikes, to leave here in Italy for the occasional times I come home. A few days later, Jacopo Tonucci contacted me, who after buying an e-bike in the same store, comes to know that &quot;another guy living in Dubai is getting around here.&quot; Contact me and let’s meetup to ride together in the area. We will "organize something at the first opportunity". But then, unfortunately, we cannot meet.<br />
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Back for a few days in Val Seriana, I find out from a Facebook post that the "Milanese" Marco Bertocchi (personal trainer Iamcoachmarco) is actually in these parts, so I suggested we do a workout together. In doing so, I'm taking advantage of this summer break for an intense training phase. After a couple of days, he calls and Marco proposes to me: "And what if we do a ride with e-bikes? ? But do you mind if we go together and I bring a friend?" <br />
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What was the biggest so-called coincidence ... the friend was Jacopo. Imagine that… In a strange twist of fate, I accepted. And so, we arranged for a fantastic bike ride. I left my Fat-bike home (but just for today) to try my first e-bike. Yet, I neither done mountain biking nor ever tried an electrical bike that features a small electric motor to augment its forward movement. Nonetheless, I was ready for this adventure with the other two biker bandits to go on a ride.<br />
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While writing this article about our adventures together acting like bandits and pirates on this quest for fulfillment to discover the hidden benefits of e-biking by accident brought me my most cherished friends and experiences that pushed us to the limit; after all, this is a huge advantage to any workout and exercise. What was something new and cool, in reality, prompted a certain response: blood, sweat and gears. I am happy but worn out. (I mostly went to the appointment because my personal training schedule includes fitness cycling but do the workouts without having eaten in advance, which working out on an empty stomach can make or break a workout, experts say). Biking is no exception. <br />
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And during the 5 h pedal we looked more like Fantozzi, Ragionier Renzo Filini and Geometra Calboni from the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fantozzi_(film)" target="_blank">Italian comedy film Fantozzi</a> contro tutti that invites its audience to laugh by putting in your best effort. From the many quotes of the film that will put a smile on your face is<br />
<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ugo_Fantozzi" target="_blank">Ugo Fantozzi</a> (when the breath allowed him) do whatever it took to beat everyone where he’d cheat (by use of performance-enhancing drugs) and win the race that was organized between colleagues. <br />
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Well, my fitness journey is no laughing matter or involves cheating
through doping. In a sport buffeted by cheater, I plan to win clean.
That said, biking is about much more than winning, like Health and
Training benefits. I figure the rewards outweigh the risks.<br />
Looking back, biking as exercise offered me some level of emotional satisfaction at the end of the day apart from seeing the stunning views of the urban area away from busy streets. But this activity is also very technical and hard work by us bikers. After about 3:30 pm we decide to separate. I'm tired: I've been fasting for 15 hours and I did not foresee such a long and challenging ride. <br />
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And as usual, the first rule is "do not get hurt". So, I prefer not to
risk with the last part of the bike path. I stand for half an hour
before going back along the same pathways as a downhill rider: a trail
that was difficult, technical and challenging descent.<br />
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While Jacopo and Marco gone ahead, I sat watching. But without hesitation and first being sure that I can handle the descent safely alone, I followed. We made an appointment to the car from there in an hour to meetup and regroup.<br />
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What came of it, I'm telling you was, in effect, actually a half-bike ride I’d done ... But only to end up with a few bruises, non-serious hematomas. Just a little soreness which can easily ruin a ride but did not. So, foot on pedals, brakes under control and off I go on the downhill, again. <br />
I feel rejuvenated from this experience to discover the fat-bike and e-bike that gave the training benefits I sought and connection to a community I searched for, which is perhaps the most important (and fun) part of this journey. But now I just write ... and look at the photos (taken by us all) of our wonderful day together! <br />
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<i>By <a href="http://www.cuboviaggiatore.com/search/label/Paolo%20G.">Paolo Gai</a></i> <br />
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Just a few kilometers from Turin, in the pleasant Val Germanasca you can find an hamlet, Trossieri, the starting point for this pleasant, but not banal, MTB tour to be done only with optimal weather conditions otherwise you may be having to go back on your way badly. From Turin we left for Perosa Argentina from where we take the SP 169 to Prali.<br />
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Shortly after the Trossieri hamlet there is the deviation for Conca Cialancia. You can park the car on the slope that meets 200 meters after the bridge over the Germanasca torrent (Km 0), It is a route from the considerable altitude that takes advantage of an old military road never completed. According to the project elaborated in 1938 by the Genoese Military in Turin, it must have reached, passing the Passp Cialancia, the area of the 13 lakes where a battery of outdoor cannons was planned.<br />
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The road continues now with long halfway slope road, among vast moltitude of rhododendrons. At the junction for the Alpe Cialancia / Alpe del Lauson (13.93), near which the lake is located, continue with the left with the roadds that tends to get worse.<br />
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Pay attention to the taps that often block some of the roadway even during the summer season.<br />
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Two curvy bends and an equally tiring straight strech lead us to the collar on the ridge that goes down from Punta Lausarot (16.47), beyond we continue with a more affordable slight slope.<br />
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In this photo you can see the road that leads to the Conca Cialancia with clear Passo Cialancia that we must reach to the upper right. One last effort to face two close bends and then to the twenty-two km uphill the road stops abruptly with an ideal slargo to stop for a moment to regain breath for the last and difficult task but we are in Conca Cialancia!<br />
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The Conca Cialancia is still snow-covered despite being on June 24th, on the right it is the visible the PAsso and the grassy ridge to be faced to reach it.<br />
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Above us it is well known the Passo Cialancia altitude 2683 (30-40 from Conca Cialancia).<br />
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It is advisable to continue on the path that stands out in front to be able to admire two little ponds nearby: the first one is on the right while the other one is reachable by crossing the hillside that is on the opposite side. Breathing again, we passed the creek that feeds the first pond and bravely meets the ramps embellished by the rhododendrons. With the faithful MTB on the shoulders or side up to the clear path that starts from the last hairpin we avoided to reach the Beautiful basin and we didn't not want to reach again in order not to lose any quota.<br />
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Once you reach the trail you follow it faithfully with the goal of reaching the hill always bicycle on the shoulder, but the fatigue is repaid by the wonderful view that opens when you reach the Passo Cialancia.<br />
From the Passo Cialancia the initial descent is immediately technical, but never exposed, and for those who like it can be very fun!! After completing the first part of the descent you will come to meet the Ramella lake with the characteristic mortar still arranged on the shores.<br />
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The descent continues in the middle of the meadows to the "Perrucchetti Caserme" (Perrucchetti barracks), from here you can choose to trace the ridge that surrounds the CAppello d'Envie (non-cycling trails) until the arrival of the ski installations from the underlying Prali and then exploit The fun bike park or go straight to the village through a gorgeous trail that starts right out of the abandoned barracks (GPS track records this choice).<br />
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The first part of the descent is a bit steep, and then the slope decreases at length and is more and more pleasant until it meets a newly constructed interpoderal road that leads us down to the valley between meadows and forests.<br />
When you come to Prali you only have to be armed with holy patience and enter the Provincial of the Val Germanasca to drive in a fast descent the nearly 15 km that separate us from the starting point.<br />
It is an excursion that I strongly recommend not to do alone and especially with perfect weather conditions otherwise it is easy to be in the mist for the clouds coming from the nearby plain<br />
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<b>Cartography</b>: I.G.C. 1:50.000 n. 1 Valli di Susa Chisone e Germanasca<br />
<b>Difference in altitude</b>: circa 1700 metri<br />
<b>Difficulty</b>': O.C.<br />
<b>Terrein Type</b>: asfalto 4,48 Km (22%) - sterrato 15,78 (78%)<br />
<b>Recommended period</b>: da giugno a settembre<br />
<b>Performed on</b>: June 24, 2016 with Franco Demichieli (without him I would never finish the ring .. snow and technical problems would make me opt to go back)<br />
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cuboviaggiatorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17557409132825355816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011244988562720010.post-70825158952114352582017-06-21T04:32:00.000-07:002019-09-08T12:52:49.580-07:00Valchiusella, The Alice's valley<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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In Valchiusella there is Alice (a word that is slippery, with an accent on "A"), a land of wonder. Among the wonders of Alice there are the peat bogs and the two homonymous lakes, large and small. In Valchiusella there is also Alice (flat word, with emphasis on "i"). Alice lives in Rueglio, another country of wonder. Alice in Rueglio knows everyone, and knows everything.</div>
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The story, the traditions, the writings of Pietro Corzetto Vignot *, the "poet at the bottom of the sea". He tells me about the Ka 'D Mezanis and the Cogna lawn, which as a beauty does nothing to envy the celebrated Cogne lawn (Sant'Orso's meadow). In the background instead of the Valnontey there is the Beautiful Sleeping, the ridge that connects the Quinzeina and Verzel peaks, which in some dawns and sunsets have nothing to envy at the peaks of Gran Paradiso.</div>
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The Beautiful Sleeping (La Bella Dormiente) accompanies a good travel stretch. In addition, the riding in Valchiusella takes place entirely in a mountain environment. A particular setting, however, makes this valley unique in the Piedmont landscape thanks to peculiar morphological characteristics. Meanwhile the Valchiusella is not a single valley but two, and that was considered times ago. The part closer to the plain is wide, open and welcoming, with more hilly than alpine appearance, it was known as Chy Valley. The upper part, called Brosso Valley or Valchiusa, assumes a fully alpine characteristic.</div>
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en" tabindex="-1"><span class="">In
particular, from Traversella up, the name "Valchiusa" is accredited by a
harsh environment, where the slopes slop down the valley without
restraint.</span> Alpes canavesane doc, in short, playground for demanding hikers. <span class="">Suitable
for demanding pedestrians is the suggested itinerary, which favors the
lower part, up to Traversella, limiting itself to lapping the "alpine"
area.</span> <span class="">An itinerary largely by a ring, which from
the provincial valley road moves on the quieter provincial side to reach
the most secluded corners.</span> <span class="">Departure suggested by
the locality <b>Ponte Preti</b>, hamlet of <b>Strambinello </b>outside the valley,
however, entrees perfect: the location on the shore of Chiusella and the
beautiful bridge are an ideal premise for pedaling.</span></span></div>
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After a slight uphill in the woods you reach Baldissero, a village at the foot of the Monti Pelati (Peeled Mountains), where you enter the valley, greeted by the <b>Gurzia Strait</b>. After Vidracco, however, the valley opens into the Vistrorio basin, thus presenting its characteristics. In Gauna (Alice's village) you leave the valley to climb to Pecco, so you continue to balcony on Alice's peatland towards the homonymous lakes. Once arrived in Alice on a secondary road, you return back to the main valley road. A mile or so, then leave it again to Brosso, where, with a relaxing plan, you go to Vico. Back on the main valley road you pass Drusacco and then you arrive at Traversella, the end of the journey. For the way back you change side. Crossing the Chiusella you go to Inverso, and then with a steep descent you fall on the wide valley floor. A pastoral and bucolic environment accompanies Trausella, where it leaves the main street to continue on the side towards Envers towards Rueglio. With a shady climb you gain the large terrace that houses the inhabited area at the foot of the Bossola top. He then goes down to cross the Chiusella to close the ring and continue on the way to Vistrorio. Where you change, for the epilogue you go on another way. With a last, quiet lifts on the left bank of the Gurzia reservoir, the Morenic cord surrounds the valley at noon. Beyond the plain: in lush bends between the rows of vineyards it falls to Strambinello and then to the pedemontana. To cross cautiously: below there is Ponte Preti.</div>
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<b>Let's start riding</b><br />
<b>Part 1, from Ponte Preti to Alice </b><br />
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Walking on the bridge appreciate Chiusella's work. A glimpse at the top of the village, Strambinello, in a typically "canavesana" position on the sunny side of the morainic cord where you will pass on the way back. A slight uphill in the woods and clearings. One kilometer of straight road leads to the crossroads with Pedemontana national road 565, high traffic road, you need to be really carefull, you enter Pramonico, a hamlet of Baldissero. Above the village continue on the SP 222 towards Castellamonte. A hundred meters or so: at the first street (via Molino) turn right to the centre, reaching the parking area overlooking the town hall.</div>
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You enter in the valley to get to the base of the altitude of the <b>"Monti Pelati" with the homonimous natural reserve</b> (see below). The road is the provincial road 61, after a while the short digression for the historic core of the country offers an opportunity of variation on the cobbled streets of the village, thus passing at the base of the bell tower, curiously dissociated from the church.</div>
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of Chy, the lower part of the Valchiusella, despite being described in
the introduction as wide and welcoming, welcomes the cyclists with a
narrow strip. From the village, after a debut at the foot
of the "Monti Pelati", the road runs for a long time in pedalable,
but steadily rising on the right side of a ravine: the Gurzia Orrid,
which captures the Chiusella stream before releasing it on the plain. Surprise is, however, balanced by the place, picturesque and interesting geologically. There
is a stopping place to watch the stream from above, stopping to be done
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The gorge is barred by the dam that forms the hydroelectric (Gurzia or Vidracco Lake) reservoir, from which the Chiusella rushes in the gorge with a significant jump. After the invasion the valley opens and in short it reaches the second village, Vidracco. The "acco" ending (widespread in the valley, derived from the Celtic "water") features the main distinctive element: water, a driving force for the economy of that time, as the eco-museum bulletin informs. The parking area at the town hall also marks the end of the first uphill section, just after the road gives a respite: an opportunity to rest your gaze, laying it on the soft ridges of the left orographic slope. It looks like more Tuscany than Alps down the valley, and Tuscany village seems Vistrorio, which gives itself to the sight drowned in the green.In a very different aspect is the sloping side of Monte Gregorio, the last conspicuous elevation on the left side of the valley (the mountain is well visible between Ivrea and Quincinetto, bordering the Valle d'Aosta). Monte Gregorio confirms that we are talking about the Alps: past the sign announcing the village, leave the deviation for Issiglio, at the entrance of the wild Savenca valley, and relax to cross the bridge on Chiusella, thus starting the pedal On the left orographic side.</div>
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You resume climbing uphill. With a momentary change of direction you go towards Vistrorio, reaching the intersection with the Sp 64 coming from Strambinello, where the journey will continue. However, it is advisable to postpone the entry for a short digression in the village downtown, thus pedaling to a slight ascent. At the exit from the village a wooden panel carries the engraving of <b>Bella Dormiente</b>, the ridge between Quinzeina and Verzel, who will accompany the journey for a while, offering a lot of beautiful views.</div>
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Left Vistrorio, the road continues in a reasonably sloping direction, cutting off the shaded north side of the slope. Once in Gauna, a village of Alice, leaves the valley's provincial road to the right on the quieter Sp 65 following the "Pecco-Lugnacco" (still Celtic endings). A couple of narrow curves point to a steep, steeply straight sloping straight edge that rises to the edge of Pecco, where you continue to the left for Ivrea and Alice (the downtown requires a short climb). The ascent ceases and, after a few meters, an opening in the vegetation allows an <b>enlightenment overlooking the Chy valley</b>, with an exceptional view on the val Savenca and Bella Dormiente. To look at it, however, is mainly Rueglio with its roofs of loss, in remarkable chromatic contrast with the green around (on the left, a trail - MTB trail down to 15 'below the peat bog).</div>
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Let's go now looking for nature. The viewpoint is the premise of a relaxing and shaded descent on the wooded slopes of the morainic relief, high on the Alice basin basin (see final card) and the small valley of the Secchie torrent. The descent ends with a pair of narrow hairpin bends leading to Sp 68 Alice - Lessolo (via Ivrea). Turn right and immediately left to Priere region you come from the rest area - information point of the Alice lakes area (Small and Large) starting point of the pedestrian paths that surround them (picturesque views of Lake Grande are Also possible from the bicycle saddle, continuing for a while on the provincial road towards Lessolo).</div>
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The provincial road 68 leads directly to Alice in about a kilometer, but you can opt for a slightly more demanding solution, however it can make a satisfying periplo of the peat. From the info point it cuts up slightly between the two lakes to the point where the road carries a right bend to the right, lapping a house.</div>
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At this point, a carriage runs in the opposite direction (MTB trails, but it can also be done with a non-specific bike), which continues to climb slightly to the foot of the slope, after about 200 meters in the asphalt road connecting the town to the Piani region . To the left, above the peat bog, you reach the upper part of Alice Superiore (Via Piani), dominated by the parish church dedicated to San Martino. Going down to the village, continue on the main road, beyond the town hall square, to resume the Sp 64 in the valley.</div>
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<b>Part 2, from Alice to the Lakes of Meugliano, Brosso, Vico and Traversella</b><br />
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The road returns to rise, the valley narrows ... and forces the Chiusella into a rocky cliff: la gola di Garavot (Garavot's gorges). After passing the right dive to the Meugliano lakes, you reach after a hundred meters at the starting point of the trail that, within a few minutes of descent, allows you to appreciate one of the most spectacular spots of the entire course of the creek.</div>
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Returning to the detour, leave for the second time the main road to go to the quieter Sp 66. The destination is Brosso, secluded village on the north-eastern end of the valley, at the foot of the Gregory and Cavallaria Mountains, on the edge of the deep Dora Baltea. As soon as you turn, you begin to ring a series of sloping bends in a beautiful chestnut tree. At the end of the bends, the unexpected appearance of conifers (pines silvestri and larch) announces the area of the Meugliano lakes, reachable by a half-kilometer deviation (the lakes of Meugliano are probably the most popular touristic site of the valley).</div>
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The provincial road 66 continues to climb without ripples in a gallery of fronds (conifers, chestnuts, ash) that attenuates any summer heat and allows you to appreciate the perspective that, after a kilometer, opens onto the village. The paragliders taken off from the top of Mount Cavallaria accompany with their turns the following descent: their destination is a lawn in Baio Dora, the destination (intermediate) of cyclists is instead a panoramic square where a sign announces: Brosso, 797 meters.</div>
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With a further climb you reach the village, and with a further supplement you can reach the cemetery <b>St. Michael's Church</b> that draws your eyes up. With friendly weather, the glimpse is worth the effort: an authentic horizon, from Monte Marzo to Serra d'Ivrea, with the "red tower city" at the bottom, on the shore of the cerulean Dora. (The church of San Michele is located at the extreme east border of Valchiusella, on the eyelid of the deep furrow of Dora Baltea: you can see it by traveling on the A5 between Ivrea and Quincinetto, anxious to enter the Vallée).</div>
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In the heart of the village, you can go to the opposite side, at the little church of San Rocco, which houses an exhibition of minerals (the church is the starting point for the mineralogical path of the <b>Brossasca Park</b>).</div>
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From Brosso you go to Vico. The journey changes direction from north to west, and in a couple of kilometers of gratifying planed at the foot of Mount Gregory you reach the most populous downtown of the valley. A characteristic vultun is the premise at the center of the village, which crosses to proceed on the opposite side to Traversella. When you leave the village, you can appreciate a particular landscape border: in front of the cemetery of Drusacco (fhamlet of Vico), the<b> Truc del Castel</b>, a beautifull little hill of lawn, which at the culmination the eye is attracted by a crown of trees. Some Ashes and Cherry trees in a singular position against the sky, while, on the edge of the street, a solitary walnut is thought to have been placed there to favor photographic compositions.</div>
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The scene remembers once again the hilly attitude hill of the low Valchiusella, but just look to the west to realize that it part of the Alps, the Alps Graie canavesane, far from the hills ... After 100 meters you go back to the valley bottom (Sp 64) short distance from Drusacco, another village with ending "acco" which welcomes travelers with the beautiful centralized street and the fountain whose water is called "queen of the springs".</div>
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At the opposite end of the village, observers will not miss the plaque on a home: <b>Monte Marzo</b>, a non-random landmark, tribute to the Monarch of the valley. The "Marzo" ("March") is there defiled, displaying, as a true lord, his unmistakable pyramidal profile.</div>
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Traversella is now the goal. Once left Drusacco the road goes softly following the descent. The journey improves pedalling effortlessly, leaving your eyes free to rest on the opposite side, where you will pass on your return. The gentle slope of Bossola top, with an harmonious alternation of woods and dotted lines of densely populated dwellings, looks like this. At the foot of Mount Lion it is opposite, with its bell tower standing "in the reverse of the valley". Above the ridge, the slender Pyramid of Verzel tries to steal the scene, but it is a vain attempt because very soon Monte Marzo restores the hierarchies.</div>
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In short, the sign indicating "800 meters" is the premise at the entrance to the wide basin of Traversella. Crossed by the river Bersella, with a hairpin, you reach the heart of the village, lithic heart, seen the past, intense mining activity, witnessed by the Museum of Mines. Situated on the left side of Bersella, the museum allows, among other things, to observe rare minerals, mostly from Monte Gregorio.</div>
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Crossing the town you will reach Piazza Cavour, where a beautiful fountain marks the beginning of the Souls Path (Sentiero delle Anime), the transit route of the souls of the deads ... All this once, today the path is frequented above all by vital walkers, attracted by Beautiful scenery and the remarkable amount and quality of rock carvings. Landscape is beautiful as well and waiting the bikers, but the other is their direction ...</div>
<b>Variation in Valchiusa: Going to "Fondo" ... </b><br />
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... and not in a metaphorical sense. A return journey of discrete effort to make direct acquaintance with the most alpine face of the valley: the Valchiusa of once. Almost to validate the place name the valley closes immediately and, on a narrower road, continues to the west. With Mount Marzo fixed on the horizon and the Chiusella singing in the gorge, it alternates mild slopes with short climbing ripples, reaching 4 kilometers crossing the bridge over the Rio Tarva, a few meters from the beginning of the trail to Succinto. Situated in a panoramic position on the slope of the valley, Succinto is an extraordinary village, perfectly preserved: highly recommended visit. Another sprint leads to the bridge over the Chiusella that crosses to continue on the opposite side. The road becomes steep, but ultimately grants a truce, and it is good because "Fondo" and its arch bridge on Chiusella are deserving of quiet appreciation. Then you come back. Monte Marzo behind and hand on the brakes the road goes down to Traversella. Then it changes.</div>
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<b>Part 3, from the right to the (Inverso) Reverse, to Trausella </b><br />
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The crystalline water of the creek and <b>Mount Marzo</b> on the horizon, more soaring than ever, are worthy of a contemplation stop. Follow the short climb on the opposite side, compensated by the glimpse of Traversella in a solitary position at the foot of Monte Gregorio.</div>
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Inverse, Vico enclave to the inverse of the valley. The square of the church is the premise of a long descent: a first steep section leads to the bottom valley, where the slope attenuates considerably and can be abandoned to the force of gravity. Back to Mount Marzo, it rests on the edge of beautiful stretches of lawn. A joy for the eyes, true cycling relaxation.</div>
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The destination is Trausella, a small village at the foot of the northern slope of Bossola top. In the village you leave left the road that cuts in the valley to cross the Chiusella and continues on the plain in the direction of Rueglio, along the same street. On the opposite side stands Drusacco, a hamlet known as Vico, while behind Mount Marzo is about to leave the horizon. One last gift to the Valchiusa Lord is certainly good wish for the continuation of the journey: shortly, a climb is waiting for the bikers.</div>
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After Trausella, the road moves away from the foot of the slope to cut into the plain, at the lower end it moves back to the side of the mountain. The environment changes - from lawn to forest - and it changes the effort: from the mild descent to the announced climb. Almost to compensate the effort awaiting the bikers, <b>Trausella's plain</b> performs with a corner worthy of "intimate" observation. At the edge of the forest, where the climb begins, the suggestion is to get off the saddle and gratify the look with the scenery, worthy of either a Segantini or a Delleani.</div>
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"Bucolic" is the appropriate adjective, "invigorating" is the adjective suitable for the afternoon shadow that accompanies the ascent. The beginnings are sweet, then the slope becomes more sustained, but the stretch is short: once the ridge descending from Bossola the climb becomes a relaxing slight slope. The journey changes direction ... and returns to Chy Valley.</div>
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<b>Part 4, from Trausella to Rueglio, to Strambinello, to Ponte Preti.</b><br />
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The return to Chy valley is marked by the peaks of Quinzeina and Verzel. Near a curve, where the descent on the bottom of the valley begins, it is good to leave the main road to head right onto the first entrance to Rueglio. Raised on a large natural terrace between the main valley and the lateral valley of the Savenca, at the foot of the sun-drenched slope of the Bossola peak, "Rüvèi" offers various reasons of interest, architectural and landscaping.</div>
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In the heart of the village is the <b>Ka 'D Mezanis</b>, a historic home, one of the best preserved in the area. A true monument: dating back to the 1500's (the oldest part), the building conserves exemplary architecture with arcades typical of Canavese (after conservative restoration, Ka'd Mezanis will become a representative building, museum building With spaces for exhibitions).</div>
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Going beyond the village in via del Mulino, you reach the little church and the <b>Cogna Plan (Piano della Cogna)</b>, which is exquisite that "because nothing of beauty is envied by the celebrated lawn of Cogne ...". Only a few decades ago the plain was a multicolored expanse of cultivations, a source of zero-kilometer zero-living subsistence. Back in the village, in the central square, the town hall square, begins the descent into the valley. Slightly steep descent: a pair of bends precede the long bridge on Chiusella. It is crossed by momentum, thus capturing the thrust to overcome the short climb that goes back to the provincial road downstream of Alice.</div>
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Late afternoon light hides details but exalts the profiles. Like the profile of Bella Dormiente that accompanies the relaxing fall for Gauna and Vistrorio. A road known not as a continuation. At the first intersection, leave the road to the right on Sp 61 and go left, continuing on Sp 64 towards Ivrea, but especially towards Strambinello. The road rises once again, the last mild climb to the morainic ridge facing south of the valley. Lastly and repayed by the prolonged glimpse of the tranquil water of Lake Gurzia, illuminated in the afternoon light shining. The same light that relaxes on the valley: earning the morainic crest is good to stop for a last look. Above the ridge it changes horizon: from mountains to hills. But this is always Canavese. </div>
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Canavesani's landscape's, vineyard rows and the village of Strambinello. They accompany you in a lively sequence of bends at the intersection with the pernicious state "pedemontana". A short interval of caution before arriving: crossed (very carefully) the carriageway enters the cobbled road that, with a last, short downhill, leads to Ponte Preti.</div>
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The most beautiful bridge on the Chiusella creek.</div>
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⃰<i>Pietro Corzetto Vignot, Peder Kurzat Vignot, illustrious citizen of Rueglio, lived between 1850 and 1921. Poet and scientist invented, among other things, the meticulous sphere of the submarines.</i></div>
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A
different trip also for the types of roads. In fact, you pedal the
streets in the provinces that serve the valley centers, characterized by
relatively intense traffic, especially during peak times and on public
holidays. The suggested solution, though quite demanding for the overall
altitude, still ensures a quiet peace of mind. The traffic, especially
on the valley bottom, is not discouraged by the many cyclists who have
chosen the Valchiusella to play ground, attracted by the landscape and
slopes, accessible to all, provided they have the right means and a bit
of habit. In virtue of the aforementioned peculiarities, Valchiusella
would deserve even wider access, even to the less sporty cyclists. This
is why it is trusted that local administrators will take or seek
appropriate measures to improve pedestrian visitor safety: in the
interest of the visitors themselves and the economy of the valley.</div>
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Go
to "Fondo" (at the end of the valley): a variant suitable for most
grimpeur. From Traversella you get to the end of the main road. Five
kilometers and 200 meters of slope with a crescent slope, awarded by the
beautiful bow bridge on Chiusella.</div>
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may choose to avoid lateral digression, remaining on the valley bottom.
It abbreviates the path and limits the altitude difference, at the
expense of variety and tranquility.</div>
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Another possible
abbreviation, limit the trip to the valley, starting and returning to
Baldissero. Mountain bike. There is no embarrassment to the choice,
facilitated by a newly-created card that can be requested at valley info
points.</div>
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Last but not least, it is advisable to
schedule at least a couple of days, combining walking on the marked
trails or visiting mineralogical areas: Valchiusella is the most varied
mineral area in Italy.</div>
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<b>Departure and arrival</b>: Ponte Preti (hamlet of Strambinello)<br />
Sp 222 - Pramonico – Baldissero – <b>Riserva naturale dei Monti Pelati</b> - Sp 61 -<b> Orrido della Gurzia</b> – Vidracco – ponte sul Chiusella – Vistrorio – <b>scorcio sulla Bella Dormiente</b> – Sp 64 - Gauna – Sp 65 - Pecco – <b>scorcio sulla valle di Chy – torbiera e laghi di Alice</b> – Alice Superiore – Sp 64 - <b>Gola di Garavot </b>– Sp 66 - Brosso –<b> Chiesa di San Michele </b>- Parco della Brossasca - Vico - <b>Truc del Castel</b> – Sp 64 - Drusacco – <b>scorcio sul monte Marzo</b> - Traversella – ponte sul Chiusella – Inverso – Trausella – Rueglio –<b> Ka ‘D Mezanis - piano della Cogna</b> - ponte sul Chiusella – Sp 64 - Vistrorio – <b>crinale morenico</b> – Strambinello<b><br /></b><br />
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<a href="http://www.sfmtorino.it/" target="_blank">SFM Line</a> (Servizio Ferroviario Metropolitano) with station in Castellamonte, 6 km from Ponte Preti (formerly Canavesana Railroad).<br />
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<b><span style="color: blue;">Supplementary worksheet 1: Monti Pelati (Peeled Mountains)</span></b>
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indeed, in spite of appearance, they boast a varied and, above all,
exclusive flora. They are also known as "Monti Rossi" ("Red Mountains"),
chromium thanks to which they stand out in the green canvas landscape,
on the plain between Castellamonte and Ivrea, at the outlet of
Valchiusella. But not just the color it is. The area of the Pelati
Mountains is in fact a true bio-geographic island, characterized by very
different ecosystems from neighboring areas. This is a completely
unique situation, endorsed by the establishment of a protected area in
1993: the Natural Reserve of the Monti Pelati (Peeled Mountains) and
Torre Cives (the tower, which stands out on the top of the hill at 581
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The prerogatives of the area are essentially geological: the whole reserve lies along the Insubrica Line (or Canavese Line), which separates two tectonic plates. The Pelati Mountains are a massive ofiolithic form almost entirely of fresh lherzolite, gray-green (the rock composition is the reason for the past magnesium extraction activity).Particular is also the microclimate, with a strong xeric component, which favors, among other things, the presence of rare species of insects. Peda luteella, Phytoecia vulneris, Leptothorax flavicornis, names that say nothing to the most but stimulate ... the anthems of entomologists. But above all, the avifauna is to exploit the peculiarities of the reserve: totty, ortolane, trench coats, various fringillids such as the tapestry and the lizard. The peculiarities are the tufted ponytail, usually tied to coniferous mountain forests, and the migratory silviper, which in the Alps nestles only over 1000 m. On the contrary, the calander and the occhiocotto are typical of the Mediterranean climate.The climate and the rocky substrate are at the origin of an interesting lichenic flora and ruins. Restricted is the high-pitched vegetation, almost exclusively on the north side and characterized by birches, black pines, silvestri and strobi (aloft species), implanted in the 1950s. Same source for larch reforestation, located on the north side of Monte Cives.Monti Pelati apart, interesting from the geological point of view is a bit the whole area of the Chiusella creek at the outskirts in the plain. The spectacular Gurzia Gorge is the result of a change of Chiusella trail after the glacier retreat covering Ivrea plain (about 20,000 years ago).</div>
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<b>A natural park for the Valchiusella</b><br />
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park so far not done and it's really a shame. In addition to protecting
the area, the establishment of a protected area would be an important
environmental quality mark for the whole valley. The area is located in a
basin inside the right side of Ivrea's morenic amphitheater, originated
by the retreat of the great Balteo glacier. An area of high natural
value, appropriately identified as a Community Interest Point (SIC)
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naturalistic excellence is the area of the two lakes of Alice, Great
and Small, with adjacent peatlands. This is indeed the sector that hosts
the most interesting environments and species. Plant species such as
fibrin clover (Menyanthes trifoliata), bunch of cherries (Prunus padus)
and aldicides of black alder that surround the wetlands. Among the
animal species, the crushed tritone (Triturus Carnifex) and the
raganella (Hyla intermedia) are reported.</div>
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north, the SIC includes the lakes of Meugliano, an area of
considerable tourist inflow, also induced by the impressive coniferous
wood surrounding the water's mirror, a beautiful planting forest, but
forced and abnormally environmentally friendly. Always in the north, the
SIC expands to a bottom of the valley to understand the gorge of
Garavot, where the Chiusella torrent is forced into a narrow ravine
between large polished rocks, resulting in a spectacular succession of
swimming pools and jumps.
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cuboviaggiatorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17557409132825355816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011244988562720010.post-67476246163436905782017-06-07T02:52:00.001-07:002023-01-08T10:08:48.786-08:00El Diablo tells "El Diablo" at the Ciclocucina<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Beppe Conti has structured both the book and the presentation in the form of questions. An evening full of emotions, both for the return to the past and the memories of the mythical stage of the Sestriere 1992 tour, won by Chiappucci in 190km alone, risking almost winning the Tour and taking Gialla Miguel Indurain. The kid's memories when I talked to him came back on the skin, because of her great ability to ignite the races and the audience and to excite, the only difference today was that El Diablo was not on TV but in front of me!<br /></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>By <a href="http://www.cuboviaggiatore.com/search/label/Lorenzo%20S.">Lorenzo Spanò</a></i> <br />
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Hello, we decided at end for this short vacation on the pedals, the excuse or the stimulus that this journey has made to look closely at our idols, has given me with great pride the opportunity to visit these wonderful places to my pedal friends. Today we wanted to see them at the top of the Padru climb, because of the weather threatening rain, they anticipated the start. In Padru the streets were blocked and we were forced to wait at the bottom of a descent. Our supplications have come to nothing.<br />
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The police have not looked at anyone in the face today, not even in a car of the roundabout that came from elsewhere. However, even though we have missed 60km ahead of time, we have also had our little satisfaction today. Immediately after their passage, we parted, we had all the hard legs, the 4 consecutive cycling days were beginning to be heard. Going up the state toward our goal, we meet groups of residents who had arranged to incite runners with tables with every god of God, beer and wine at rivers, passing us inviting and offering beers, I smiled because I thought it was an ironic gesture, it was still nice to see the whole population, including kids participating in this party, the charm of the Giro d'Italia is really engaging.<br />
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supply to the source that I call Padre Pio, because the premises have
made it a place of worship, I do not know the reasons, but I will inform
you, here too many Pic Nic tables, Tiziano at one point says: "I have an amazing temptation, I would like to drink the beer they gave me!" So I realized from them that if we were stopped we would have done Pic Nic with them. We
resume climbing, but we are almost at the top and near the junction of
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Here we are on the plateau, it's really nice we stop every now and then to make photos of the incredibly green pastures. This plateau is 500 meters altitude, and is one of those I like the most in Sardinia. The road becomes unpaved and shifts in more directions, the GPS shows us that they all relate to each other.<br />
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It would have been nice to be able to make a longer side road that takes you higher, but we are late and the pedestrian miles are still so many, I just decide a small deviation to make them see a natural pond and drink to another source.<br />
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We take advantage of the break to eat something, and then we start to face a steep and steep climb, and some of it has forced us to go on foot, with the exception of Skeletor, he climbs up to talk and goes like a train. We will make Doping control when we return home.<br />
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We are going through a beautiful stretch, the rocks around us take on incredible shapes, the trees are majestic, so that Tom Tom has let go of the phrase, which looks beautiful to the Dolomites. And then, "but you come up here alone?"<br />
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Indeed he is right, he does not take any signals from the cell phone in those outdated places, and I think somebody seldom. But it is beautiful and it breathes a wild air and is fascinating all around us. Here we are on the top, a couple of miles of steep descent but with an acceptable bottom and not destroyed by the water. Then two more important tears and here we are at the Usanavà yard. Water supply photo and home away. We descend for about 4 km on a narrow concrete road with constant slopes around 24/25%. The brake disks smoke, I made that way a couple of times, I was able to stand on the pedals but I stopped to breathe every 200 meters, Terrible!<br />
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Finally we touch the asphalt, a couple of climbs that will make us go down to the sea and then a long descent that will take us to Budoni on state road 125. We slid downhill with one stop at the Brunella murals. Tiziano continued to say, "but there is no one", the road was wide and very beautiful made almost 15 km downhill only at the bottom we meet in the opposite direction 2 cars. Here we are on the state road, unfortunately the wind has changed, my calculations would still be in favor, but this is now Maestral and will hinder us home. We are all tired because of my size and the habit and wind that I encounter for long stretches in my travels, I go ahead trying to keep an appropriate pace, Skeletor passes every now and then he pushes well on the pedals, then Titian from his contribution. Tom Tom is tired, we save him and we fear him safe from the air.<br />
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All together while pedaling we think of a nice shower and a cool drink. Tomorrow is scheduled to Maestral at 40 km hours, impossible to ride, we are all tired, we are not yet arrived but the word goes unanimously. "Tomorrow no bike, a sheltered beach and sun that limits the tanning of a bricklayer that makes us cyclists a bit ridiculous. It was a nice vacation all together we found Clement's time, just a little wind but we stayed Well, I hope that my story on Sardinia land can stimulate others to appreciate not only the coast but also its wonderful and unspoilt interior territory, beautiful in every season.<br />
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Hi, today will be a hectic day, bike ride, bathing at the sea and racing to Olbia for the Giro d'Italia stage arrival. A real race against time. We got up early, a nice breakfast then bike, heading up Mount Nieddu and Pitrisconi Falls.<br />
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The wind at this time is still weak, we have fired on St Teodoro "straula" and then start climbing up the steep climb, the enthusiast wonders as soon as you leave the national road, after the first two sloping around the 14%.<br />
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A beautiful descent, stopped at the Spring and away for the daring climb, the beautiful scenery as always, strong doubts about the chance to find the waterfalls with a considerable amount of water, because to judge the appearance of the streams I did not seem to be able to form Waterfalls.<br />
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Terrible, I have done it many times, but every time it seems to me tough, it will be the age and the poor workout. I was hoping someone would make photos, but only so many films with Gopro. The valleys climbing across I am fascinated by the great variety of plants and vegetation, but I have to say that climbing with those slopes, I keep focusing on holding the handlebar on which to push to push, and here my 90 kilograms, They made me masters, I came to the last. Downhill we crossed a cow with his calf, here the animals graze free and even for several miles.<br />
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As soon as we went down we immediately headed for one of the first waterfalls passing through the Pitrisconi yard, named after the falls. Then there was the noise of the water, but as I imagined, with little water the waterfalls take on dimensions that they do not fascinate. I have seen them with lots of water and they are great.<br />
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Then a few photos and we headed for the path that crossed Mount Nieddu leads us to Padru, so that we close a ring without going back from the same road.<br />
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But even here I have not made a big mistake about how it could be after the frequent floods that have completely erased the most important off roads.<br />
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A disaster alll tthe way walking and wading ponds, an endless climb with bikes on shoulder and descent that was even worse in the midst of the bows, arms and legs will bring the signs for a while. I'm not telling you Tom Tom's comments and jokes. I think this will make me pay it sooner or later. We reach the asphalt that takes us to Padru and then home.<br />
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We stop buying fruit to take to the sea for a snack. Today it's only for one hour to go to Porto Taverna. Everyone has been bathed except me, the water is really too cold and I'm not going to suffer, I even realize that Tiziano was so cold that he did not even want to get a hot shower at home.<br />
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The Giro d'Italia is waiting for us, then dinner with fish in a trattoria. In less than an hour we are ready and we leave for Olbia.<br />
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Here I immediately go between the caravans of the sponsors, carrying gags and bottles that always serve. The charm of the Giro never changes, a beautiful caravan, so many VIP and former riders I'm not listing because there were so many.<br />
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Selfie with some miss and Marino Bartoletti. We looked at the arrival and then traveled looking for space between the people who came near the caravans and stand at a certain point. It was all blocked and we had to get off the pond channel and climb up before the bridge and say we no longer the age for certain things.<br />
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<span id="result_box" lang="en" tabindex="-1">Driving less than 30 minutes we were in Monti in the my great friend
Antonello </span><span id="result_box" lang="en" tabindex="-1"><span id="result_box" lang="en" tabindex="-1">vineyard</span>, a quick visit to his vineyards with a fantastic local
produce, accompanied by a nebiolo wine and spumante of his production. Imagine my state that I do not hold alcohol. But
he is so, he opens his home to friends and friends, think he has
prepared his wine bottles for each of my friends, accompanied by a very
good Peretti cheese. Antonello for me is like a brother. On
vacation we are always together and share the same passions for
hobbies, so that in the village we always help everyone in solving
problems.</span><br />
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Well we're pretty shiny to get in the car and start off for fish dinner. Tomorrow time will allow us to make an important lap with Padru to see the passage of the Giro d'Italia second stage and then close another very nice and hard ring.<br />
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