Sardinia gives way to Sicily, Efrem gives way to Marco. After the holiday we are back on the pedals, in one of the world's most beautiful and largest archaeological parks
The Sardinian hinterland journey: a trip into another world and another time. Among masks, mysteries, nuraghe and a wild and beautiful nature.
Among the Etruscan tombs we find lost roots and refreshment. Then off again to a new land, Sardinia, and a new 'formation': Michele gives way to Efrem.
From Tivoli to Rome in one quick jump. We wash Van Mac then we dive into Romes confusion: a mix of colors, sounds, smells and tastes. A real Unesco paradise
Today no bicycle. We enter in a small paradise of fountains, secret passages, waterfalls and rare plants. The self-celebration of a Cardinal
Cycling towards south, we finally arrive in Tivoli more dead than alive, but we restore our spirits with the spectacular Roman villa... and thanks to Luigi beer chicken.
The town of Pope Pius II, who wanted to turn the Val d'Orcia into a lake, is told to us by a cyclist like us. Then, off to the south, towards Lazio, with hunger crisis and an infernal heat
Marco leaves us and Luigi joins us. Michele is back and the team is complete once again. We are surprised in front of the Palio and the broken muffler of our Van Mac.
We take a look closely at the effects of the renaissance "good government". We are enchanted by the landscapes and by the stories of his peasants. We have a "Last Supper", too.
Riding through the Tuscan hills we reach the "medieval Manhattan" and we dive into the past, 800 years ago. High walls, towers and pinnacles, in a stunning green landscape
We are tourists. We melt in the heat and in the cheerful commotion of the wonderful Renaissance city center. We visit the most important monuments, feeling as a students on a school trip
We leave Ligurias coast with a heavy heart, Michele rejoins us and we dive into Tuscany's heat and beauty. Once in Pisa, we deep in the Miracles Square
We left the wet spring to dive into a sunny summer. Michele leaves us temporarily and I remain the only cyclist. I comfort myself with an indescribable landscape changing meter by meter
After punctures, crises and ups and downs we see the sea for the first time, we see Genoa. Strade Nuove and Rollis Palaces are a surprise and some Genoese are not so stingy
We get a flat wheel twice, we get lost twice and the rain get hurts our feelings twice. Then we find the way home and we visit the Royal Palace of Venaria Reale
We meet in Milan after a visit to our girlfriends. The city is chaotic, noisy. We leave behind everything and we enter inside the silence and peace of the convent of Santa Maria delle Grazie
A window of the camper is gone, we lose pieces during the trip. Cyclists and campers are looking for each other. Then they meet in Crespi d'Adda, an ideal village designed at the end of 1800 and the beginning of 1900 by a visionary businessman
At breakneck speed. Down to touch the water of Lake Como. Then we go up again, walking. To get to the Shrine of the Sacred Mountain, looking for spirituality and stunning scenery
Another valley another site. We take a train that takes off, very slowly, to take us up, above the clouds. The next day to do the same challenge we use our legs and our breath. We pass the highest point of the tour, we are chilled and tired. After the athletic effort we rest in the green Switzerland.
The first kilometers. The first sweats of the trip, in the far north of Italy. We pass one mountain after the other, up to Val Camonica, a valley of ancient people and mountains combinations. A magic place where nature hides many secrets from a lost past