Yesterday I completed the 4,000th kilometer of my journey so far and I encountered the most expensive tin of beans I have ever seen at €2.33; ridiculous and definitely now off the menu!  After a few days cycling along the Italian lakes, I've arrived in Treviso for a few days of being spoilt by my mum as she has come out to visit.  Since my last update, it's continued to be a warm and pasta filled experience.

After leaving Genoa, I headed north towards Italy's fashion capital.  The brown shading on my map suggested it was going to a tough start to the day but the climb seemed easier than the one up to the hostel in Genoa I'd been staying at.  My legs felt fresh and light for once so I managed to put in the longest day of the trip so far, breaking the 100 mile mark for the first time.  To celebrate this milestone, I managed to get my wheels stuck in a set of tram lines in Milan whilst paying too much attention to the crazy traffic and performed a victory dive off the bike in front of a busy Friday night crowd.  I aim to entertain!

After enjoying a day in Milan amongst the immaculately dressed and groomed population (complete with lycra and tan lines which as mentioned previously are all the rage this season), I decided to stop being such a total jessie and head up to Switzerland to take on the alps.  After grinding my way up to San Barnardino, I was devastated to find that just a couple of kms from the summit, the mountain pass was closed.  I tried to go up it anyway but the snow was so deep and the hill so steep that I wasn't going to make it.  I could have carried my bike and bags up, shuttling back and forth, but once I was over this pass there would be others which were closed so it wasn't an enticing prospect.  I could have waited there for two months before the pass was opened but am not sure my mum would have been best pleased if I didn't show up in Treviso, so to remain in her good books decided to head back down the 1600m decent, back round the 32 hairpin turns together with countless other bends as the road wound it's way back to the foot of the climb, past the goats still ringing their bells and the workmen still sitting in their vans having another coffee break.  45 minutes later and 20°C warmer I stopped to remove the defeated look from my face and the layers of winter clothing I was wearing.  One for the Swiss suggestion box: Perhaps placing a sign at the bottom of the mountain saying the pass is closed would be helpful!  No longer a jessie but not yet a conquerer.  I will have a chance to redeem myself many times along the way to Korea with Slovenia up next looking a little brown on my map.  Bring it on!

I have passed many cyclists on my journey so far and each country I have encountered has produced a slightly different breed:

The British Road Cyclist:  Dresses practically and greets other cyclist with a slight nod, a simple hello and may sometimes stretch to a small wave of the fingers.  Has a strong desire to survive and will be found wearing a helmet and often reflective clothing.

The French Road Cyclist:  The most friendly and happiest of cyclists studied (probably due to the perfect road surfaces and the most respectful drivers that pass by).  Will always greet with a jolly 'bonjour' and will often slow down for a chat.  Will wear long sleeves and 'tights' in all weather.

The Swiss Road Cyclist:  The most serious of all cyclists, always dressed in full lycra and pays absolutely no attention to other cyclists (perhaps because they are always grinding up a mountain with their head down, or flying past at great speed as they race down to the bottom again).

The Italian Road Cyclist:  Treats the road like a catwalk with immaculate team kits; high speck, spotless bikes; largely avoids helmets to preserve the greased swept back hair; and provides the widest variety of greetings to fellow cyclists from ignoring them completely to waving with both hands and shouting various unknown Italian phrases across the road (to which as a British cyclist I give a polite nod, say 'buongiorno' and may even stretch to a small wave of the fingers).

Paul T
11/04/2011 15:35

love it! And good going! Enjoy the rest with your mum - and hopefully some hearty meals! I'm considering climbing a small hill on my day off today, but your 4000km's put it into persprective! Keep up the good work!

11/04/2011 23:11

4000km's Wow Wow deserve some spoiling :) Enjoy the rest and can you ask Mum to bring us home a fridge magnet and lots of photos :) xx

12/04/2011 05:32

Another great edition, Christophe. I did wonder what the detour in Switzerland was all about, but now it makes sense.

Hope you enjoyed the brief trip past the Italian lakes, we went to Lake Garda the other year and it was fantastic - and there were a lot of cyclists, very much fitting the Italian stereotype you've described.

One of the most interesting things (to me, but I might be the only one) has been to look on Google street view at where you have stayed each night. Admittedly it was more interesting through the UK and France to see where you might be camping out, as you seem to have hit more towns recently. There have been some occasions where you have reached places even Google street view has not dared to photograph: I imagine that might happen a little more often in the not too distant future!

14/04/2011 15:01

Hi chris, brilliant tales and a very good analysis of the European cyclist,

17/04/2011 16:35

Hi Chris , I am very much enjoying keeping up with your adventure. What a fantastic opportunity to see so much of the world. Thoroughly enjoying your tales of your trip and I hope you will consider writing a book about it when you return home. I would certainly buy it.
So typical for there to be no sign at the bottom of the mountain about the pass being closed. I just cracked up laughing at your tale of that part of your journey. Yours tales are so amusing LOL Take care & enjoy the next stage.

Colin S
22/04/2011 02:49

Hi Chris,
Just checked your blog after one months break. It is a fantastic read. Keep up the good work and 'lang may yer cranks go roon'


Leave a Reply.