Posts Tagged ‘Verona’


On a back road in the northern plains in Italy, I thought, this is pretty awesome. I am cycling across the planet. Away from the constant racket of cars, trucks and motorbikes, passing through fields and over valley ridges, I feel like I am cycling again. Not just making sure I’m staying alive. Happy.

Fimon

Fimon

Lunch is an important event for a cyclist. Sometimes it is in a pleasant place. Sometimes it is just somewhere when the hunger hits. Today I found a lovely bakery in a pretty town with a castle on the hill behind – Soave.

Reflecting my lunch

Reflecting my lunch

Another lucky pig to go with my sunglasses cloth

Another lucky pig to go with my sunglasses cloth

And milestones appease my ego. 2000km from Eindhoven and going strong.

2000km

2000km

A day of pleasant but not spectacular cycling.

Typical road

Typical road

In the evening sun

In the evening sun

Padova is a beautiful city. I was here once before many moons ago. Tonight the moon made for an impressive backdrop as I strolled through the city centre at night.

Padova by night

Padova by night

Padova by night

Padova by night


Today I felt like an ant, crawling around with thousands of other ants. I was part of the mound of tourist ants. I took photos, holding my phone up high. One of the many. Busses and cars transport the ants along busy roads and then wait outside where the ant density is too high. Drahtesel plies the same roads, and like the busses and cars, waits patiently outside.

Verona

Verona

Romeo, Romeo, where for art thou Romeo?
I saw Juliette’s tower today, and the balcony where such a scene may have taken place. Today, being the first Sunday in the month, meant that potential Juliette’s could stand out on the balcony for only one euro. The Juliettes rotated constantly on the balcony, being watched by the hoards of Romeos (and me, of course) from below.

Juliette's balcony

Juliette’s balcony

From high up from the central tower, I had a bird’s eye view out over Verona. It is a lovely city. The rooftops and squares gave me the feeling of Italy – a holiday feeling. I have already come a long way from the Netherlands.

Verona from above

Verona from above

Verona from above

Verona from above

Earlier in the day I visited Sirmione – a thin peninsula poking up into Lago di Garda. I convinced the policeman that I would only push my bike through the centre, and he let me through. I soon left. There really was no room..

Sirmione

Sirmione

I guess I am a loner. Crowds stress me. An open road, alone, through the mountains, through the plains – that is for me.