1st stage Bologna - Portorotta May 5, 2014
At 11.30 am, finally there comes the last but not least package: the Président’s leather saddle fully restored. We arrange the bags and after asking ourself at least a dozen times "forget anything?" and another twenty "do we got everything?", finally we leave.
At 16.00, last goodbye to our mechanic and we go... better late than never!
We go from Bologna and take a country road that runs through the villages of the province (Maddalena di Cazzano, San Giovanni in Triario, San Martino dei Manzoli...).
There still seems a trip out of town.
We arrive at Portorotta and we find dinner already on the table, kindly prepared by Silvia and Alessandro, along with a hoped cold beer. As the first day there we took it very calmly, even because we’ll not sleep in a bed for a some time...
With the help of Alessandro we assemble the Magnic Light on the Koga and leave. Heading to the Po Delta, we want to avoid, whenever possible, busy roads that do not offer much to see but an endless parade of honking trucks. We arrive at Ostellato and after a Piadina and a beer (we allow ourselves some culinary luxury as long as we can) take a ride to the “Vallette di Ostellato”. Weather is beautiful and there is almost nobody, only a few elderly fisherman and two shepherds with a flock of sheep.
From Ostellato we take a cycling path into the unknown. We arrive in Migliarino and there we understand it was the wrong road. Not bad, just 3 km away. We take advantage of it to do some shopping. This yes is bad, considering that we paid the bread 12 Euros per kilo. Lesson of the day: always ask the price of things, even those that are taken for granted.
We return to the right path. The area is full of abandoned houses so there should be no problem to find a place to sleep. The weather is not the best. It seems that it should rain at any moment. We find a place that looks perfect but comes out a "neighbor" and tells us that the land owner would have "torn us into pieces"...
Perplexity. Especially after he recommended to pitch tent on the other side of the road, in the middle of a sown field, and where, moreover, some tractors are working! Ok, free camping solution No. 1 discarded !
We pedal. Then, a few meters from Bosco Mesola another abandoned house appears. 3, 2, 1, won!
Also because it is 8 pm and rain is coming. It's chilly .
We assemble the tent behind the house, away from prying eyes... more or less. But however in short time it will be dark.
We eat bread and cheese and sleep. Despite the cold it's hot in the tent.
After un-mounting our new portable house we set off again, it’s 10 in the morning. And strangely we do not miss the coffee. But we'll talk about this in a few weeks .
Daniele has pain in his knee.
Check between the drugs that the doctor prescribed for us and we realize that only gave us painkillers to inject! But who has ever made a puncture! Stop at the pharmacy in Bosco Mesola! Taking the road and this time, unfortunately, there are no alternatives: State Road 309, the terrible Romea.
After about twenty kilometers we go out and we stop in Porto Viro. We’re in Veneto. In the square there is an information office, obviously closed . We would like to find out if there is a way to cross the Po Delta and get to Chioggia.
The men of the Pro Loco had a map of the Delta, better than nothing.
By eating the usual bread and cheese on a bench in the square of the church we decide to cross the Delta. The road will stretch a bit, but at least it will be a nice way. And maybe we’ll not have other opportunities to see this beautiful landscape.
We were right, the alternative route really deserves, the scenery is beautiful, the road crosses the Delta, there is water on the right and water on the left. Very calm water. We want to take a bath.
We arrive at a point where there are a couple of fishermen. One of them tells us that after crossing the Adige there is an alternative to the Romea road that runs along a canal and reaches up to Chioggia. Perfect!
Even this road is beautiful and we meet very few cars.
Just when we thought to sleep on the beach we find a set of three abandoned houses just down the lane on the lagoon.
We put the tent directly inside one of the houses. We got lucky because at night there was rain and wind. We sleep very well.
We wake up early, the night wind blew away the clouds, the sky is beautiful.
I find that Daniele had taken my eyebrows tweezers. According to him they were a tool, and in fact were with screwdrivers and Swiss knives. So, of course, I take the opportunity to adjust my eyebrows.
After the beautician brackets we leave again.
Take a coffee (avoidable) at the port of Santa Maria and we board, we cross by bike Lido di Venezia, and from there we take another ferry to Punta Sabbioni, the mainland!
Daniele has still pain in his knee. Maybe I'll have to learn how to make a puncture, so the subject of the experiment is not me...
We arrive in Duna Verde, near Caorle and decide to stop at a campsite. We have few stuff to charge and we need internet. And then to take a shower in a while doesn’t hurts.
The campground is nice, we have huge space, and for 5 euro each we get electricity, internet and hot shower. It looks desert, at least until 10 pm, when leaving the toilet I find myself in front of twenty drunk Alpini, age around seventy. They go to the bar of the camping and continue to drink, and of course singing. I only remember the chorus : "I want to kiss her naked" and "you 're good, but now you must fuck off”, or something like that... we have the recordings!
The bar closes but the situation worsens, we want to get some sleep. It and end up that at 2.30am we scream against old dunk men with the pen on the hat! But then we slept.
At least until 7am when they woke up more vivacious than ever for the boat ride!
Morning Relax on the beach .
Daniel plays the ukulele, I write. Now we buy some food and we’ll leave tomorrow!
If the Alpini make us sleep...