Riding through the South, to a region of Switzerland I had not previously travelled, I stopped off at a petrol station. As many of you probably know, in Europe you are the fuel attendant, you pump the fuel and go into the store to pay for your petrol, which I rather like. Anyway, I walked into the store and the person behind the counter was not speaking German, not French but Italian. Guess there is a small part of Switzerland which still speak Italian, make brilliant panini's and serve coffee in the Italian manner.
Coming down from the Alps, passing lake Como, heading past Milano I really started to feel the Mediterranean summer for the fist time since I had arrived up north in Norway. And felt what it was going to feel like for the next few months riding in my full kit.
I arrived at the villa on the hills over looking the walled town of Lucca. A beautiful part of Tuscany. Dry, the sound of Crickets, citrus trees, vineyards, winding mountainous roads, the faint smell of lavender in the air. Joanna was just arriving back the shops, and welcomed me warmly into her family home, introduced me to her extended family and showed me to my room. My mother is Italian, and I grew up on pasta 3/4 times a week, was always allowed a sip of two of the red wine that was on the dinner table and always loved the Parma ham and Salami we got on occasions, so there are no points for guessing that I was in heaven! I stayed there for about 5 days lounging by the pool, playing tennis, going for rides around the area, visiting ice-cream shops regularly, joining in on the dinner parties in the grand eating hall, and eating lots of Parma ham at every opportunity! I knew this life of luxury I was living for these few days was going to come to an end soon enough, so I lapped it all up.
I rode up from Lucca along the coast passing through over 150 tunnels to Nice in France, about 40kms west of Monaco. The ride was brilliant, and was able to open up the throttle nicely along the roads. Winding it up to 210 in parts, and then testing out the Mitas along the tighter winding roads.