Day Five – Italy

Today started well, the sky was blue with hardly a cloud in sight and the early morning mist rising in the distance. From our camp we had a stunning view over Verona, Italy with the immediate area being populated with many large trees.

Morning at our camp site in Verona, Italy

View over Verona, Italy

The view of Verona, Italy

Although the only draw back of the clear morning sky was the fact there was a chill in the air, this didn’t help our mass of soggy clothing which we was desperately trying to dry out before being packed away for the day.

The clothes were still a little soggy

Showers were had, although I might add the facilities here were a bit naff and I struggled with a cold/tepid drip which I wouldn’t class as a shower. The whole site was a bit hippy dippy and probably more suited to a travelling student back packer, although I’m only 24 year old, I have the mental age of about 60 ! Whilst trying to dry from my shower [sic] I struck up a brew, everybody loves a hot cup of tea first thing in the morning !

Tea is served

Kelly then returned from having a shower and doing a bit of washing up, back in her PJ’s with coat and towel…

Kelly returns

Warmed up and wanting to crack on, we started loading the bike and packing away the tent. We have a lot of miles to cover today so wanted to get going as early as possible.

Loading the bike

Loading up the bike

As you can see in the photo above, I was trying to dry out my leathers and boots on the bench outside the tent, it’s not a nice feeling sliding in to a set of wet cold leathers.

All packed up and ready to go, heading for our next destination which is Bologna, Italy, the home of bolognese sauce. Kelly’s one requirement whilst in Bologna, Italy was to eat a genuine Italian Spaghetti Bolognese.

We rode a fair amount of Autostrade to get to Bologna, Italy as we had quite a strict schedule and wanted to finish the day in Venice, Italy before dark. By late morning the sun was shining and the temperatures soon warmed up, once off the the Autostrade and on to the smaller busy town roads I was getting a bit hot. As you can guess the roads around any large town in Italy get quite congested, which isn’t much fun when your sat on top of a +100c motorcycle engine with the hot sun beating down on your black leathers. It’s safe to say the rain water soon evaporated from my gear, only to be replaced by my hot sweat, yummy !

After finding somewhere to park the bike, which is harder than it sounds because every little gap left anywhere was occupied by a small Italian scooter and my Triumph is certainly not small or easy to park with all it’s luggage. We wandered off for a little walk around the town, whilst keeping an eye out for somewhere to have some Spaghetti Bolognese for lunch. Although I now look back and laugh, I wasn’t having the most fun in the world due to the heat. This photo says it all…

It's a bit too warm

After having a drink I was feeling perkier and the walk around Bologna, Italy continued.

Looking at the buildings

More buildings

Bologna, Italy

We found a nice little cafe to stop for lunch in, Kelly got her Spaghetti Bolognese and I opted for a nice traditional Lasagne, all washed down with a much needed ice cold Coke. Feeling much better !

Kelly was also a little warm

Feeling refreshed

Now recharged and feeling better we had another wander around the town, taking in the main square on route.

The main fountain

Main square

This large building which I’m not 100% sure is, was being renovated. I liked the way they printed the front of the building on to the plastic sheet, so that it didn’t destroy the view too much.

Very clever

Bologna, Italy

Kelly some how managed to capture a photo of a large bird of prey in flight, completely by accident !

Bird in flight


Looks like a nice place to eat

Typical Italian street

Of course you can’t come to Italy and not go for a gelato, so that is exactly what we did next, stopping in a busy little gelateria and deciding from the huge selection of ice creams and sorbets on a nice refreshing lemon sorbet, simple but ever so tasty.

We headed back to the bike feeling refreshed and ready for a ride cross country to Modena, Italy, the home of the one and only Ducati Factory ! One thing I will mention which was a bit of a shock to me, was that shorty after escaping the busy town of Bologna and making it on to the Superstrada, lining the road was a few prostitutes ! You hear about them but it’s a shock actually witnessing them on the side of the road touting for business, not a pretty sight at all.

The sun still shining brightly and the not too busy roads made for a nice uneventful ride, taking in the Italy countryside whilst hurtling cross-country with a degree of haste, only we didn’t want to be late to the Ducati Factory, as you have to pre book the factory and museum tour weeks in advance, it would be a nightmare to come all this way and be late missing the tour!

The roads were a bit busier as we passed through Modena, Italy but thankfully we arrived at the Ducati factory with a little time to spare. I had read on-line before leaving that you are only allowed to park in the Ducati factory car park, if you are riding a Ducati and this even applies to the staff who work in the factory. Anyway I tried to enter the factory car park but they wouldn’t let me through the gate, confirming what I had previously read on-line. We parked up on the road side just out front, along with many other bikes who belonged to members of staff. Time for a quick photo…

Parked out front the Ducati factory

We waited at the entrance whilst other people booked on the tour arrived, an English couple on holiday in Italy were also booked on the tour, we got talking and they couldn’t believe we had ridden all the way from Buckinghamshire, England to Italy, I think the guy was a little jealous hehe.

We were greeted by our tour guides and taken in to the factory, as you would expect nobody is allowed to take any photos inside the factory. We were walked through a few production lines, and shown how they assemble the engines and to my surprise each engine is built from scratch by a single person, rather than many people assembling just a small part of the engine. Once complete the worker takes his engine to a test rig, where it is then plugged in to an ecu, exhaust system and fuel lines and started for the first time. Providing all is OK the engine is put in a box and stored until it is needed, if it isn’t OK the worker has to disassemble it and fix the problem.

We was then taken through to the assembly areas, where they have stacks of frames for all the different model bikes, racks and racks of suspension forks and rear shocks, the same for Brembo brake calipers ect ect, it was incredible. The next area is where the bikes are assembled, on your typical conveyor belt assembly line that most assembly plants use. It was amazing to think that every Ducati on the road today had come out of this one building.

We were then shown the locked door for Ducati Corse section, inside was where the future Moto GP and other race bikes are developed. All you could see through the window in the door was a couple of engines in display cabinets, everything else behind closed doors.

Now we were out of the factory and heading around to the Museum, which inside contains a whole host of historic Ducatis, along with a host of legendary world super bikes and on top of that every Moto GP world championship winning bike, excited was an understatement !

The tour started with a bit of history, telling us how Ducati started off producing radios pre WW2,

Ducati radio

They then expanded and began producing camera equipment,

Ducati camera

Then on to electric shavers and other radio equipment,

Ducati shaver

During WW2 the Ducati factory was bombed and everything was lost, people didn’t have money to spend on radios or other electrical luxuries, so Ducati had to change and in doing so came up with a solution to the current transport problem. In 1946 they created a system which converted a standard bicycle in to a motorcycle, at the time everybody had a bicycle and the idea took off.

Ducati engine

The product fitted to a bicycle,

Motor bicycle

It was now that Ducati was making money and could grow, their engines were used in racing and before you know it they were producing motorcycles for racing. I don’t remember everything which was said about each bike so I will show the photos I took and comment on any I know about.

Classic Ducati Motorcycles

Ducati motorcycle

This bike above was used for road racing, but in those days it wasn’t a closed well planned out course, instead you was given destinations and had to navigate there yourself using a map ! You can see the little loops on the top of the tank where the maps would have been tied to, I have much respect for the guys that competed in these races as it couldn’t have been easy playing the role of racer, navigator and mechanic for when the bike went wrong ! You can see them again on the following bike,

Ducati road racer

In 1957 Ducati were also involved in setting world speed records in this beast below,

World speed record


Ducati racing

On the bike above, situated on the fairing  you can make out a prancing horse, which many of you will associate with Ferrari who are based just down the road from here, this is a big part of Ducati’s history and can be seen on many of the bike from this era. I have pinched this snipped from the Ducati web site as the details escape me..

“For a short time, our racing motorcycles and a 98cc road version (called “Cavallino” in Europe and “Bronco” in the U.S.) sported on their side panels a horse identical to that of the Ferrari emblem. For those fond of old stories about Ducati, the symbol helped identify our motorcycles as “Ferraris on two wheels.”

Around 1956, Fabio Taglioni, Ducati’s head engineer, asked for and received approval to paint the noted horse on our motorcycles. The first bike donning this symbol was the 125 Triple Camshaft Desmo of 1956, which debuted and won the Sweden GP of that year. Later, other motorcycles such as the Marianna, several versions of the 175 F3, and the famous 250 Twin-cylinder of Mike HailwoodTM flashed the recognizable horse.

The reason why Taglioni chose the prancing horse is actually very simple: Fabio Taglioni was born in Lugo di Romagna, a town 35 km from Bologna. This same town was the birthplace of the most famous Italian personage of the First World War, Major Francesco Baracca, the Italian “ace” fighter pilot, who claimed 34 victories in air battles on the Italian front and then was killed on June 19, 1918 on Mount Montello.

Francesco Baracca was an official of the cavalry. In 1915, upon the outbreak of war against Austria-Hungary, he took his pilot’s license. When Baracca reached his squadron, he decided to personalize his airplane by painting the fuselage with a black horse on a white cloud. Many historians of World War I maintain that Baracca painted the horse not so much as a reminder of his past as a cavalry officer, but to pay tribute to the cavalry corps to which he belonged, the Second Piedmont Cavalry. Indeed, this unit’s emblem depicted a silver prancing horse against a red background.

In 1923, five years after the death of Francesco Baracca, his mother, Countess Paolina Biancoli, donated the symbol of her son to Enzo Ferrari as a “good luck piece”. That year, Ferrari ran the Lugo Grand Prix with his stable, then equipped with Alfa Romeo racecars. Ferrari had no symbol for his team at the time, so he used the black horse against a yellow shield and placed a tricolor band across the top. The yellow represents Modena, Ferrari’s birthplace.

An interesting fact is that both horses used by Ferrari and Ducati have their tails turned up, whereas Baracca’s original had its tail pointed down.

The decision by the Ducati management of the era to fold the official racing team owing to the high costs, as well as a lack of respect for the history of the symbol, resulted in the disappearance of the horse from the side panels of our motorcycles.

Thus an incidental link exists between the “rosse” on two and four wheels, consolidated by the history of two legendary personalities. “

You can see it again below on this race bike belonging to the racing legend Mike Hailwood,

Mike Hailwood race bike

Racing legend

They also had another of his later bikes in the museum,

Mike Hailwood race bike

Mike Hailwood racing Ducati

Racing leathers and helmets were a bit different back then as well,

Classic racing leathers

Ducati Motorcycle

I don’t remember the details about this bike/engine, apart from the fact it was a huge V4.

Huge Ducati engine

Nice twin shock Ducati,

Twin shock Ducati

Classic Ducati

Ducati museum tour


You may have noticed that Ducatis used to be mostly painted silver, it was in the 80’s that they were painted in the rosso that we know them to be today.


Duacti Rosso

Below the WSB championship winning race bike of Raymond Roche,

Ducato 851 desmo world super bike

Below the WSB championship winning race bike of Doug Polen,

Doug Polen race bike

Ducati was in a bit of a financial pickle, being funded by the Italian government who had now decided that they didn’t want to fund the company any more.  It looked like the end for Ducati, fortunately in 1985 they were saved by a lesser known Italian motorcycle company named Cagiva. They had a Dakar winning Cagiva here in the museum.

Cagiva dakar bike

Ducati changed hands a few times over the years before returning to Italian ownership in 2005. Earlier this year the company was bought by German owned Lamborghini S.p.A as a bit of a Trophy purchase.

It was in the 1990’s that Ducati built what to this day I feel is the best looking bike ever made, even as I type this is 2012 I have to say it still looks modern and sharp. The legendary Ducati 916, ridden by the also legendary Carl Fogarty.

Ducati 916


Ducati 916

All of Carl Fogarty’s WSB winning race bikes live here in the Ducati museum.

World super bikes - Ducati

WSB Ducati

Ducati even competed state side in the supermono single cylinder race series.

Supermono Ducati

We were then led around to a section where all of the Moto GP championship winning bikes live, riders including Loris Capirossi, Casey Stoner and Nicky Hayden. The bikes in this room were those people only normally see on TV or from the stands at a race. Here I was inches from them able to look at every fine detail and poke at the odd component, it was better than all my birthdays and Christmases rolled together!

The Ducati Moto GP Room

The legends room

Motorcycle history - Moto GP

Huge exhausts

Ducati Moto GP

Ducati Moto GP

The carbon fibre frame from Nicky Hayden’s bike,

Nicky Hayden - Ducati Moto GP

The cock pit from Nicky Hayden’s bike.

Nicky Hayden - Ducati Moto GP

Even the trophy cabinet was huge,

Trophy Ducati

By now we had seen everything in the museum and decided to leave, our next destination being Venice, Italy which was at least a two hour ride away.

The ride to Venice, Italy was again rather straight forward and with the sun now slowly lowering in the sky as evening set in, it wasn’t as hot as earlier in the day which was a relief. The roads were mostly Superstrada and must more pleasantly to ride when compared with the large boring Autostrada.

We found the campsite without any issues, quickly signed in and setup the tent. The first thing I noticed was the abundance of mosquitoes flying about and already trying to eat me for tea, it’s a good job we came prepared with mosquitoe repellent !

Setup camp in Venice, Italy

Unpacked again

Before heading in to the centre of Venice to find some dinner we hung up some of our still damp clothing which had spent the day in a nice warm, damp pannier… I think you get the picture.

We purchased some bus tickets from the Camps reception and headed up to the main road to catch a bus. We had been on the bus for about 20 minutes before it became emptier and emptier, it then stopped in a city and the remaining passenger got off.. it appeared we had got on the correct numbered bus but heading in the wrong direction ! A quick conversation with the Italian bus driver of whom we didn’t really understand, saw us walking down the road to another bus stop, this time heading in the right direction !

Eventually a bus came, already quite crowded and even more so now the dozen people at the bus stop with us had boarded. Trying to keep to the back of the bus as we now had the wrong tickets for the journey we was making and didn’t want to get caught. Eventually the bus arrived in Venice, Italy and we set off to buy some dinner.

It was now dark which was a little frustrating as we wanted to see Venice whilst it was still light, which we would have done if we had not wasted an hour on the buses. Oh well worse things could have happened.

Unfortunately Kelly’s camera isn’t that great at taking photos in the dark , so most of the photos of Venice are a bit blurry, but you get the idea.

Venice, Italy

Venice, Italy

Venice, Italy

Venice, Italy

Venice, Italy

Venice, Italy

One thing we soon discovered was how expensive Venice is, all the restaurants were really overpriced and busy, I much preferred the less touristy places that we have been to so far. We bought some Pizza from a takeaway and wandered about the town taking in the sites.

Venice, Italy - Kevin having a wander

Wandering around Venice

More of Venice

A bit more of Vencie

We stopped and had an espresso each along with bit of cake, it had been a very long busy day and both of us were really feeling tired now. Now back at the bus station we jumped on the correct bus back to camp, before very quickly getting to bed and some much needed sleep.

I have to say I wasn’t impressed with Venice one bit, I know it was dark and we were both tired but it felt so touristy and spoilt, it made it hard to enjoy. Maybe one day I would come back but it certainly wouldn’t be in a hurry, unless of course people tell us different.

In the next instalment we will be crossing the Alps again and heading up to Austria.

Day Four – Italy

We were woken in Lake Como, Italy by the sound of torrential rain beating down on the tent. I had a rather poor nights sleep, Kelly decided she wanted to get up early and watch the sun rise over the lake, it sounded like a nice idea so I decided to join her. Unfortunately neither of us checked the time and it turned out to be 4am… it was raining and cold so we went back to bed.

When we woke again, still with the sound of rain on the tent, this time it was about half seven and time for breakfast. We walked down to some local shops and bought some Italian bacon, eggs and a baguette. Back at camp we knocked up some breakfast rolls, the rain still pouring if anything heavier than before. We waited to see if it would stop, it slowed a little but we was forced to pack everything awake soaking.

All packed and back in my nice cold wet leathers, we headed off to Milan, Italy. The roads were nice, hugging the edge of the lake before breaking off through the mountains, a lot of the roads were tunnels which gave shelter from the persistent  rain. This leg of the trip was set to take a good two hours and most of it turned out to be in the rain.

By the time we reached Milan, Italy the rain had finally stopped !

Parking the bike in Milan

Milan, Italy

Milan, Italy

I was actually about to start eating the left over Speck from breakfast

Kelly looking lovely as usual

Milan, Italy

We didn’t stay too long in Milan, we had a wander around some of the streets looking at all the expensive shops, before popping in to McDonald’s for a bite to lunch. Just as we left MacDonald’s the rain started again, another full on torrential down pour. We headed back to the bike and got on our way again. Riding in Milan was interesting, proper traffic light grand prix racing off the traffic lights against all the bikes and scooters. Some of the streets were cobbled which made for some interesting moments in the heavy rain, it didn’t help that my glasses had fogged up, along with my visor..

After escaping the chaos that was Milan, we were on the motorway heading towards Verona, Italy. The bad weather had slowed the motorway to a crawl and by now we had been on the bike for a couple of hours and wanted a break. We left the motorway and were greeted by some seriously flooded roads ! We took refuge in an underground car park belonging to a supermarket, the rain was coming through the ceiling and air conditioning vents. We grabbed a snack and drink from the supermarket and waited for the rain to slow, which didn’t take too long. We had to clock in at the camp site by six and the sat nav was saying we would arrive there at five fifty five !

A blast across the back roads eventually getting back on the motorway and filtering through the traffic, we made it to Verona, Italy. The roads were busy as people were leaving work for the day, it was now that I started riding like a proper Italian, dipping and diving around all the cars, grazing the odd mirror and getting beeped at, was most enjoyable !

We made it to the camp site just in time, it had even stopped raining and the sun had come out, result ! Before we knew it we had the tent back up and the bike unpacked. Using the heat from the bike to try and dry off some of our stuff.

It was nice to be in Verona, Italy

It was nice to be in Verona, Italy

It was nice to be in Verona, Italy

The Triumph was starting to look a bit dirty, but it does make a good radiator

Resting in the shade after a long day on the road

Verona, Italy

We got changed and headed down in to town, trying to make the most of the remaining sunlight.

It was nice to be in some dry clean clothes

Verona, Italy

Verona, Italy

Verona, Italy

Verona, Italy

This is one of my favourite photos from the trip

Verona, Italy

Verona, Italy

I was looking forward to having some dinner

Verona, Italy

Verona, Italy

I even found a little Fiat Cinquecento, which I had to take a photo of.

I couldn't resist taking a photo of a little Fiat Cinquecento

Verona, Italy

The Bell tower

Verona, Italy

The main square in Verona, Italy

Verona, Italy

A fountain in the main square

The clock tower

We did the touristy thing and visited the famous balcony from Romeo and Juliet.

Juliet's House

People write little messages on the walls

People write messages on the walls

Juliet's famous balcony

Kelly was very [pleased that we found it

A statue of Juilette

Verona, Italy was beautiful, the architecture was fantastic and the general atmosphere of the place was really friendly. This is one place I would come back and visit.

Impressive ancient buildings

Impressive ancient buildings

Impressive ancient buildings

Impressive ancient buildings

A statue back in the main square

The same statue

We had some dinner, followed by a proper Italian ice cream. It was getting late so we headed back up to the camp site, hopefully the weather will stay dry and be a bit warmer. We have a busy day planned, we will be heading for Venice stopping at the Ducati bike factory along the way, so be prepared for lots of bikes in my next instalment.

Day Three – France, Switzerland and Italy

Another nice nights camping was had in Belfort, France. The weather stayed dry and was plenty warm enough the whole night, the camp site was nice and quiet being mostly camper vans this time of the year. We had a long day ahead, Belfort was quite close to the French border so it wouldn’t take long to get in to Switzerland, then over the Alps in to Italy. The facilities at this site were better than the previous, the showers were nice and hot and the whole block was heated so you wasn’t getting dressed in the cold. Showers were had followed by a quick breakfast of tea and pastries, oh and just a quick note to mention that dried milk is crap and my tea was lumpy, it takes a right knack to get it all dissolved properly. Some how we managed to get ahead of schedule, so we wandered around to a huge lake at the edge of the camp site to stretch our legs in prep for a long day in the saddle. Belfort, France

Belfort, France

Belfort, France

Belfort France. A nice place to go fishing

Even though it was still early, there was many a fisherman out on the lake. Can’t blame them really as it was a lovely morning to be outside.

Belfort, France

Kevin out by the lake

Kelly still sporting her PJ's !

We headed back to camp to get everything packed away and to put our bike gear on. Our first destination of the day being Basle, Switzerland. The weather was a little cool first thing, but at least it was dry. The roads were good following the same pattern as the day before, although the villages were more frequent. You could tell you was approaching Switzerland as the style of houses started to change, they all now had long sloped roofs which over hung the houses by a couple of meters, very traditional in style and I guess what you might call an  “Alpine house” , very pretty looking. The nice roads eventually turned in to motorway which after a fair few miles we pulled in at some services to have a stretch and get a snack in the form of a croissant along with a drink. The weather was a little foggy and damp, fortunately it wasn’t too cold.

View from the services

Cleaning my glasses at the service station in Switzerland

With the amount of miles we were covering my visor and glasses were getting coated in dead bugs, so I took a moment to have a clean and fortunately I packed a little spray bottle of visor cleaner for the trip. As the motorway entered Switzerland there was a check point were I stopped to purchase a “vignette” from a member of staff. In Switzerland you have to purchase a vignette, which is a sticker that allows you to drive on the motorways for that year, it was about forty Swiss Franks which is about twenty seven Pounds. The vehicles entering Switzerland all had to slow down to a walking pace where they were inspected to see if they had a vignette or not.

Back on the road again we arrived in Basle, Switzerland, the one thing I remember distinctly about Basle was the amount of tunnels, many of which have junctions and due to being underground the sat nav didn’t have any reception which lead to us getting a little lost. We eventually found our destination, only to discover everything is shut on a Sunday in Switzerland, even a huge shopping centre ! After having a little walk and a quick toilet break we decided not to stay here any longer and get back on the road to Lucerne, Switzerland.

Not much to report regarding the roads as we were mostly on a Swiss motorway, we came across some traffic as we entered Lucerne due to some road works, which then took us on a slight detour where we eventually dropped in to the main part of the city. There were plenty of bikes parked up out side the bus station, which is where I managed to squeeze us in between a couple of little scooters.


Lucerne is a beautiful place, I imagine it gets really busy here in the summer as even though it was cool and foggy when we visited there was still plenty of tourists about.

The view over lake lucerne

The lake

Lake Lucerne

There is a beautiful wooden bridge over the lake, decorated with a stunning array of bright flowers.

The bridge


Kevin in Lucerne

Kelly in Lucerne


Many of the buildings in and around the city were decorated with elaborate paintings and stories.

Painted building in Lucerne

Painted buildings in Lucerne

More painted buildings in Lucerne

By now it was lunch time so we went on the hunt for a cafe or cheap restaurant to grab a bite to eat, neither of which really existed here as most of the restaurants were expensive and a bit posh.

Time for some lunch

After walking about for quiet some time we found a sandwich / chocolate shop where we got a roll each, we then wandered down to the edge of the lake to eat and watch the world go by. I don’t know what I am doing in the photo…

Not sure what I am doing here

The local wildlife soon became interested in what we were eating.

This swan wanted some lunch


Once lunch was finished I had a quick trip to the loo, unfortunately there was only a men’s toilet and no sign of a public women’s toilet anywhere ! Kelly said to just stop at the next services we come across. Back on the bike we was now heading to our final destination of the day, Lake Como, Italy. This journey involved crossing the alps, something I was a little nervous about as I wasn’t sure to expect.

After riding for a while and passing through a few tunnels we reached a stunning flat area with the high mountains towering above, there were plenty of houses and farms in the area including a certain popular brand of German supermarket ! Unfortunately for Kelly everything was shut and not a toilet in sight. On a positive note the weather was glorious !

In the middle of the Swiss alps

The Swiss alps

The Swiss alps

The Swiss alps

The Swiss alps

You can't escape

Smile for the camera


Kelly's turn in front of the camera

Always time to have a fiddle with the sat nav, with weather and roads this good it was defiantly a time to avoid the motorway running through the valley.

Playing with the sat nav

In the following photo you can just about see the burger king in the bottom left corner !

You can just about see the burger king in this photo

Before heading off to the hills I managed to find a service station where Kelly could finally go  to the loo, unfortunately we arrive seconds after a coach load of Japanese tourists which was a bit frustrating for Kelly as most of them headed straight to the loo’s !

The roads were mind blowing, perfect tarmac hugging the edge of the mountains weaving back and forth around hairpin after hairpin, I just didn’t want it to end ! After a while we stopped to snap a few shots of the area which was to good to miss.

Half way up

The Swiss alps

I never want to leave

A small village within the alps

You couldn't ask for better weather

Nice Swiss house on the mountain side

The road awaits

Perfect bike for these roads

The views were amazing

Not a cloud in the sky

The stunning wife

Time to get back on the bike and crack on, we still had a few hours riding ahead of us and I really wanted to get to Lake Como, Italy before it got dark. I followed the amazing roads for a fair few miles, I actually went a little too far and ended up having to turn back otherwise I would have ended up riding for an extra two hours ! Off the nice roads and back on to the motorway which lead us in to the Gotthard tunnel, a tunnel straight through the alps and is over ten miles long, in the middle the temperature was incredibly hot and I can only describe it like riding againt a hair dryer on it’s hottest setting, even though we were doing 50mph the bike was slowly getting hotter and hotter ! That is one place I won’t be going back to in a hurry !

Shortly after arriving in Italy the weather become overcast, with some drizzle as we neared our destination. We stopped for a short break on the way as we had been riding for a few hours and we was starting to get a little sore. We checked in to the camp site and promptly got the tent up, time was getting on and I was getting rather peckish. Oh and my helmet needed another clean, it’s amazing I could see with that lot squashed on the visor.

Plenty of death on my visor

The tent was up

The bike with the tent in Lake Como

It was nice to get changed in to some normal clothes for once. Before it got dark we went for a little stroll along the lake edge. Lake Como is the deepest lake in Europe and full of melted glacier water.

Nice to be in  normal clothes

Lake Como, Italy

Lake Como

Lake Como

Lake Como

Lake Como

Kelly was glad to be off the bike

Time was now getting on and we was both hungry. The camp site had a nice bar area with in door and out side seating, they were even happy to order pizzas from a local pizzeria, result ! The drinks were also very cheap with a glass of red wine costing only one euro and thirty cents, the pizza were also great value at around five euros each.

It didn’t take long after eating the pizzas and having a few beers and glasses of wine before heading off to bed. It had been a long day and a lot of miles were covered, spanning over three countries. Tomorrow should be a bit more relaxing as we are planning on spending a few days in Italy.