San Biagio. Tired in the heat really here for the shade, various passers by slightly inquisitive. A bit like the small villages of the Borders as the farms are yet to get as big as day 2 . These trees I figured as a type of weed, Japanese knotweed equivalent though not invasive just unusual really. I did find out what they were but have forgotten. Quite a lot of them on the coast too. White with only clusters of Chestnut type leaves at the tops.
After Sale and Piovera (sorry about no accents) A bit of shade and already looking longingly at guest house cafes with locals staring back. Lovely bar just after the fiume earlier though with true siesta atmosphere for travellers. Baking heat, unbelievable, I felt very fortuneate. But some confusion about my Cervolo vest being South African logo that disgruntled some people in a Beetle when I misundertood why they were angry I didn’t agree that I was South African. It hadn’t occurred to me yet and still early days for practicing the sound of Italian.
It is a very easy language to get by in so very little effort is made to speak anything else and only occasionally is the conversation impatient.
Voltaggio. Here I am now cycling through the mountainous part. This was a bit steeper than needed but to keep the holiday atmosphere instead of just going to race. Some sight this place with that giant landscaped pink house. I am on an embankment beside new road building works.
26cm by 19.5cm (All same size)
I am now in the region where there are campsites that are open though the beach like this one is still officially closed. Still I was well received maybe for going for a swim anyway. Very warm already in the water as the sun is great. Postcards sent from here with a name that sounds like my sister’s. Perfect beach and bars.
I stopped in a nearby town both directions with a fluent English speaker who was fond of Liverpool and ran a lovely campsite full of vine trellises. It was on a very historic town. Albenga, gorgeous.
Travel without a phone, they can’t find you and you will wonder what all the fuss is about! Well? Only a problem if you lose vital id as I was to do later.
Well this is remote for a tired person. Cannes is not that big but it was to me as I had mistimed something, not sure what exactly, oh yes, my first day was obliterated by customs in Manchester having thrown away my tools so I had to go to Milan and back just to build the bike. Later they lost my wetsuit for me in Manchester too in between my 2 attempts to successfully have a 2nd Alp d’Huez long course race. A lot of competitivity between Triathletes in Manchester and Sheffield perhaps.
This is a great Esplanade, well there will be a name for it. This was memorable for me as the place I jumped a few miles from Finale nearly 20 years ago but it felt further from France this time. I avoided Monaco again but for no sensible reason this time and rode well over 100 miles into the night fully 1500m up aswell. Still, if the event village and bike area didn’t require 2 vists each and sit 3 miles apart and the campsite be 4 miles away and food and maps and well, over 15 miles of walking the day before the race too then it would have passed. Then no bus on race morning either! I got shown the Uplace team bus in a friendly way though by a Belgian short course team member Getters (?). Didn’t look as comfortable inside as out. But made the atmosphere of the race convivial.
Ventimilglia 2016 had 100’s sleeping rough. Quite a sight. I had already lost my wallet in the first campsite inside Italy so was not so keen to hang around except privately.