I booked my tickets to go Cyprus and Malta, so now I am on a real schedule. I don’t know what I would’ve done if Mirco hadn’t picked me up in Venice and found a Brompton dealer in Padua to get extra tubes. Only specialty bike shops sell tubes for Bromptons and there aren’t many of them on my way. I was lucky there was one in Padua.
This morning we had breakfast on the rooftop terrace and Elisa, once again, put together a bag of food to get me through the day. We said “Ciao”, and Mirco drove me up to the point where I would have started if I had stayed around Venice last night. We hugged and I was off, right on schedule.
Today my route was going through Italian plains. Some other time I might have been bored, but not after yesterday’s debacle. I was perfectly content with the plainness of the passing paysage. I was listening to the voice in my head singing the same Italian song over and over again. And it was OK. Although every now and then the voice would come out to cheer me up a little bit.
I was envisioning myself on the golden sand of Lignano Sabbiadoro, hence the name, sipping beer and planning my next day. When I arrived I did just that. The beach was full of Russians; I guess it’s cheaper to come here than Sochi or Crimea. By the way, the sabbia being doro was an overstatement.
Revision: after checking my GPS tracking, I counted 11 bridges I crossed over yesterday in Venice on my way to Piazza San Marco.
Today in numbers:
86 km – distance covered
3h59m – riding time
5 – new tubes for the bike
1 – picture taken
1 – peg from my tent is missing
0 – flat tires
0 – detours
0 – frustration