[1] Can not say which city is more beautiful or more ugly =

1° no disrespect to those who live there

2° is always a subjective judgment ... "does not carry his own rule in the convent of others.. So my bias is a result of my culture that alters the reality and therefore can not be objective .. sure that if something is ugly, this is ugly beyond preconceptions

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I ask the first 2 hotel ( inserted in known chains of cheap) the price of the stay is to 120 € .. I will not take affect the first side street and ask the 1 hotels that match your price 40 € nice clean and quiet with the bike "two steps away" from it all at once .. I book the load but still view the beautiful day I prefer to keep the stage and immediately immerse myself in the magic = Sound in a park with a plan of cute boys . Arc de Triomphe, and not just because I meet a group of folk Paraguay that m'intanano A true Italian They run a commercial and I…among the policemen in uniform vintage really look like Pinocchio in Paris….I take this opportunity then not to do a Mexican wave but x kiss the beautiful friendly young director Under the Eiffel Tower encounter 4 famiglie Veronesi in Francia in camper e a Parigi in bici.. how not to make a photo with a lot of ola? nice to see the expression of one of the boys…the same as I had said earlier ...seem straight out of a fairy taleAsked ... and then ... what's that struck me the most wonderful of Paris?.. I answered simply and sincerely …Oh. Catch up with the group Notre Dame and spontaneous commentary is pretty semplicino. The Verona I immediately look bad. I apologize and explain to them that so far I've seen every kind and sort of cathedral and at least this has a style and size clearly visible and listable sad ... then we divide The Seine Bastille Giovanna ad'arco to finish in the figurative sense in the Cemetery .... The one-of Montmartre to visit Dalida, which still has a kiss on the cheek and her Daisies that every day brings food to the cats of the Campo Santo .. in addition to that sacred place is a true work of art, unfortunately “cut”from a far-fetched way. The theme of this year's trip is work.. so every day in a different job m'immedesimo… the Gravedigger.. kindly lent me the bell and step along the paths of the cemetery playing to announce the closure… .the next day early in the morning to enjoy the best the event are at the Louvre …that's how I start work pending the opening sweeping the floors while not as think the Mona Lisa or Dan Brown Il Pantheon a visit truly “touching” return to normality of this magical city.. then while I think of the return match of the evening, my hotel is really cheap but does not have the TV…I think I would love to visit a house on the inside and see the city from maybe enlightened and instantly get on the wrong bus ( will say to me then) of Italians who live in Paris and who invite me to their house for the game .. what to do or say more? if you do not carry the flag and some flower pots since cultivate, is the passion of the lady of the house. We win even though we are a mediocre team .. and I'm really happy in this moment of real economic hardship for the earthquake and I think that's a blow to morale species that enjoy thinking about all Italians I've known and all those flags on display in home “foreign” and wistfully think of their beautiful country far…The rest of the country is a bit like health and we realize its importance only when there .. luckily now we are not only Italian but European rather… terresti A city.. indeed a truly magical day is almost dark now, and while walking back I think how lucky I am but do not forget to send a text message to 45500 x demonstrate a small gesture in my small as they are, however, “close” to my countrymen Emilia …and perhaps the afterlife appearances, perhaps”freak” I have not only the bike…head

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Work in the Louvre known here a very portrait (bike I have done all his campaigns without much fight) seems to be unwell diarrhea?

I leave Paris in the direction of Roland Garros now out of the traffic …I relax so to speak …fi .. in fact it was one of the most difficult stages over the strong headwind in this area the renewed national roads , become tangential are now off-limits to bikes and are not always well signposted side roads, indeed any signs you back on the main road just off limits.. hard to get out of that tangle.

Yet despite the difficulties encountered in only 5 minutes to Elancur I shot all over France .. Miniature

As a sign not enough “buffered” by a truck, (then as I will point out the kind Monsieur) I am wrong road stretching out further than ten miles. Fair to point out that in this kind of unexpected trip is on the agenda is not always all pink and flowers as indicated by the photographs among other choices ... but as the end of each stage seeking a Miss improvised me a la bise that gives me the strength and moral

Near Monfort are renovating the house of Claude Monet Already there are I take this opportunity to put his hand improvvisandomi mason as well get on the roof. Here the foreman Polish Italian knew I did not sing as often happens, the Bunga, Bunga expression changes but not even want to look me in the face and tells me ah.. mafia

I turn to my dowry but not a magician and investigator of the "I probe" eventually gives confesses unfolds ... European semifinals your captain Facchetti fierce game with the ball away from a knee to our player .... and the fracture 3 ribs ...From that day on I hate Italians I apologize ... then I pouted as a child offended and say, but it went really you think that we are all equal? I myself do I look like more of a mafia or a funny jester ? Ride, ride, laughs and hugs me and even do well as a photo along with the other employees of the yard with a lot of logical ola .. seems like a trivial thing but if they are successful in my purpose and that is to win the prejudice of this worker, This fact alone justifies the entire trip and would also make sense ... this would be enough to respond to those who criticize you asking yourself what is the point pedaling and work so hard ?

With a magic reach the island of S.Michel and parking the bike just below its imposing cathedral and then to reach S. Malo, city of the pirates and then go away .. in fact .. in Inglese ...Isle of wight

Portsmouth….imprinting is a real mess .. pedaling in the opposite direction with unusual signs and language incomprehensible for me… yet so to exorcise all after only 10′ pedaling English noticing a group of employees doing gymnastics outside their store I take this opportunity to make a refreshing ola

The next day allotment or even do it on purpose in front of the casa in Charles Dikens ..auspicious ?

Transit in Romsey in Hampshire Embley's Village Florence Nightingale who created the 1st nursing school my profession to reach the end stop in the beautiful Salisbury Cathedral which houses the card Magna regarded as the first fundamental document for the universal recognition of the rights of citizens

Early morning arrival in Stonehenge set in a vast undulating plain but close to a narrow local road I go back to the appropriate parking area, but a guard stopped me in the wrong way and says ... today is closed . I support the bike close to the picnic tables next to the parking lot and he pulls me and says you can not enter. At the same time I notice a festive party who is about to entry. I ask only to understand explanations, better but today repeats is closed. I ask but do you mean all day? And how did those come? It's none of my answers me. As no ? at least tell me if you open or at least no later ? Only with difficulty I will say then that for the normal public (?) will open later. I assume that the group of people among other foreign (French?) x that are entering are people with special permits are politicians or maybe scholars therefore not shock me at all the treatment reserved for them that only shows up at a family Englishman who after several teasers are queued to the security guard ... but I wonder we are in Italy or in ? And while passing the young householder smiles and winks to me as well(!!) And explanations I require the sort of guardian called a colleague and pushes me out on the street among other dangerous, saying that I can not stay on the area of ​​service because they are doing cleaning and if I insist to stay there immediately called the police.. I ask him if they woke up sick today ..sleppe bed ..I'm just trying to figure out not even let me speak this is the way you work ? Also called the Queen as well ... so if you want us to understand once and for all. I tell him that well for me a smile is worth more than a person that four boulders on a lawn and I confess that saw my simple humble attitude down to nothing arrogant, I do remain pure evil in his heart, perhaps thinking of a more pronounced reaction on my part, then in order to justify their rude act, seppur to validate close. But that is by nature to reflect intelligence are abroad in a foreign country than any rule even if some strange it is important to mention if you do not explain in words with gestures at least, better still with a smile ..

I swear it was a lot of disappointment.. that the desire was to go away immediately, but then I think about what I wanted this time and how time flies fast anyway and enjoy the event and the moment. With a watchful eye on the traffic of the narrow road appearance patient opening and in the meantime by the network of fence photographer daily work and that workers who placed a tapirulant for tourists so that they do not become dirty shoes (!) flying over a large puddle; knew of my being Italian operetta laughing showed that the group of tourists photographing get dirty on purpose within those few square meters between the ancient stones amused me scream Visit Espana I laugh and say well I won the best team no denying and because of my sports objectivity already become the sympathetic

Exits the party and I laugh at them straight in the eye on him especially in what looks like the head and lowers them blushing when I know to be right even the eternal father m'intimorisce scares me . From the nearby chain-link fence I saw them play and I felt some mention dances and now I see them all out and bogged down with tattered clothes and then maybe in their living rooms Vip narreranno their adventurous journey as extreme now as children rather deficient back moci, mops in front of me on the bus Extralux I look for the last time the guardian entangled and I think as Albert in France so here at Stonehenge = the only idiot moron indeed English, I met him I; yet he had the face of an intellectual as a young Woody Allen or better from rural pastor and Stonehenge ? It should be noted that as with all things you want and idelaizzate too sought after as a natural response is normal latent potential disappointment .. Beautiful place, however, the (positive energy) as always ruined indeed “Conditional” horde of modern vandals.. mass tourism; few miles after I find a nice wood sculptor and artist all I'm already rebalances your day now that you can get started go-go

Through 2 km bridge and suddenly I'm in the rude but hospitable Wales, Gardif the beautiful straight stitch then in the heart of Ireland sowing an endless series of ole (group photo with people raising arms and shouting Ale) democratic so that after a few miles the photo with a group of disabled people in Swansea I involve well as a team of golfers billionaires (here it seems there are more golf courses than houses) . Ole with a myriad of other students so that in their group hike in the mountains there is a kid who recognizes me and proud refers to all comrades who have already done a few days before a Mexican wave with me and now I am become a VIP in across the county

In the taverns of Ireland gladly offer some beer in exchange for detailed information on the best routes to do on a bike useful as well as an excuse to share the joy of the journey the culmination of the magic I get with the Dubliners that really seems straight out of a book James Joyce . In this magnificent city get an infinite number of various kinds of ole mostly with students even .. with the James Larkin sindacalista fishwife prostitute and heroin Moly even entered into the National Anthem

In the Cathedral of S.Patrik .. witness to beautiful ceremony but the Assembly is only a spectator …as well as the priest who celebrates(?).. mostly the function is animated by the singing of the choir superlatives …they close in the row of huge shoals and in fact you just have to listen to them since they hardly even see the choristers.. I let them do but then I “revenge” making do with real earnest protagonists 4 laughter and that there are already well 1 .. ola

Involved in the atmosphere of the city tireless seduced even come in the evening while I admire Now On Riverdance at the Gaiety Theatre Dublin

In the last stage Irish pedal only on the highway to Belfast but the lane is reserved to me filthy myriad of broken glass, I come out of my eyes from their sockets staring at the danger lurking, but still end up punching . It seems to be those in a way that delimit a municipality and are poorly maintained because no one knows who the duty to maintain so this place is for the UK but Disputed? Now in the periphery only after hours of travel finally meeting a living soul rather two = a nice copy I recommend the path .. but be careful because there is a war going on between cyclists and dog owners as the latter often snapped the cycles. Alerted m'inoltro and I run with instead of friendly fishermen with a lot of salmon. A few miles beyond the first underpass surprise!! One hundred points and a cyclist who complains about the second hole so incredible little more in the increasingly less likely in places other big points with octagonal head on the ground and the tip is sharp side up .. here is how I presents the famous rebel city of 'Ulster ... the city ..The Troubles

Here, in what was the largest shipyard was inspired by the story of the writer Jonathan Swift, Gulliver's Travels.. si dice, in fact, which reminded him of the hill beside the shape of a sleeping giant guarding the city .. and always here was built the transatlantic Titanic became famous for his collision with a iceberg on the night of 14 April 1912. Lost their lives in the sinking 1518 of 2223 passengers boarded, Most migrants in search of work, including 800 crew.. these Workers I dedicate my daily grind

To reach the port takes me well 7 km…. x Luckily I got the ticket the day before and the operators raccomodarono me to be absolutely present at 7. half hour before departure otherwise there is nothing to be done is not part…and this against the advice of the operator of the tourist office of the city center telling me that the port was only 2,3 km (not specified miles and miles) and that it was useless to go immediately given that it was enough to present the next day 10′ before the harness (?)(?)

From the ferry pass by the site of the Titanic, well you see the current lovely museum but with a potential minimized.. pardon the arrogance but now I intend to museums and believe me with some simple but addictive device (people need to emotions) become truly a place of worship a tremendous treasure trove of memory

Scotland or no man's land?

During the trip I write some emails.. I realize and I'm not even in Scotland .. I get off the ferry time to change in solitude and date back to freezing cold on the bike and re…birth…I confess that the first few kilometers I was afraid not so much for the tears rising but why not met a soul not even the shadow of houses or artifacts then at a crossroads bout a nice Granny .. I ask if there is a store nearby x or a coffee break services.. The x and I congratulate the dress and the brooch now and joyous She thanks me and tells me that 3 miles there is Blant Aire and I should find something there. The same Granny ( Mere name) I find her later in the church of the small village all present to honor my presence, I too have the Mayor . I assume they were alerted by Mere meanwhile lends me to the stage and Miss me even a Kiss, then once back at church to tell all her friends that she kissed an Italian is…a true Italian repeats happy ..…and I more than you… and I also passes the fear of the unknown. Scotland land of islands and legends Already there are as not to touch or at least “caress” Capital ? A true gem and

how not to do a Mexican wave with the National Champions of Rugby (considered here most of our players)

They are at the peak of the trip now I just have to get out and do it by pointing the Lindisfarne, this “isola santa” in inglese: Holy Island which twice a day is isolated following the tides real real real and not just symbolic tourist attractions such as the S. Michel

After the long and arduous stage I make the mistake of visiting the island with calm to gustarmela better then that only in seeking accommodation, the surprise guest hause and the hotels are full.. I have to walk back rather …pedaling.. above e high tide below rain looming… de facto…water above and below .. and this is not enough to crown the environment, however, there were even fairy seals as amused spectators…

Ormai sera, waiting for you portray all the tide I meet a cute little family, beyond the difficulty of the language we understand at once in unison so that after less than 5 'even cried from laughing so much, parents and the 3 including children and this is thanks to their youngest son even 2 years that every time I opened my mouth began to laugh out loud a bit 'as the effect of when you tickle under the armpits ... sigh!! I assume that this is also a clear indication of my poor english

After opening all the charming Durham 1000 bridges of the beautiful Newcastle and do the Mexican wave with ever more difficult for young Punk shy and awkward at first then he thought my bike and my idiom Bergamo to convince them there are months and had fun in the game again

In front of the Cathedral of York come with diligent expertise and dissected as much pleasure from a large and friendly group of Italian students ... I tell them ... except that ...all.15 … Already there are ….

A jump to Manchester Industrial Revolution and nearby Liverpool to visit the Temple The Beatles

Then in transit Foresta di Sherwood to visit the ancient Quercia Major Oak, which legend has it was the meeting place of Robin Hood..

But the real jungle meeting in neighboring spectral Masfild spersa between the various hills with a center unidentified among the crumbling buildings of the former industrial center, plays a large group of teenagers on the benches Rolan, single vital sign along with a McDonald's only local open . Follow me as well as within the group of guys I book the food and ask the manager if I can use wi-fi ; tells me to sit down as well, pointing to the area; even have time to avviarmi me that the girl cleaning the bar entrance, telling me that he just cleaned. I tell her I do not eat does not matter to me is more important to connect to the internet, but she does not listen to reason, while a girl behind her begins to gesticulate and mimic my spoken lackluster .. I say anyway .. ok now stop please a do not clown ok but she goes even more fun .. go toward fixing them in the eyes, but a guy I assume his companion with courage stands between me and her is the height that the manager of the restaurant almost amused does not say nor do anything while in the meantime the girl the cleanup continues his litany of. At that precise moment the hero takes over, Sheriff of Nottingham a young family man who pushes me to the side; I ask because I want to do this just ask and understand why it continues to laugh in my face girl? She asks him for at least, only intervenes at this point the manager who apologized, even admitting that everything is born from him that I was authorized to enter the area wi-fi . I also passes the appetite would want to leave but I have already paid the consummation also , it would be like to fear or hide something that I do not have to think again. Back at the hotel I'm forced to go through the group of boys that open as I go greet them politely and they do the same, while I look with admiration obvious the guy who has come between me and her friend look at her as well, however, shows that for what it actually is .. a real goose fat Shortly after a car starts a solitary crazy gymkhana between the various makeshift barriers, baskets benches billboards etc... and will continue undisturbed for hours without any intervening .. like the noises of a group of immigrants who danced with volume of the blade under the window of my hotel ... I wonder strange but this is not the land of the sheriffs sorry policemen loyal to duty to ensure order and discipline ? As in life so in the trip if you do not demoralize if you hang in there then things are balanced so that the next day I finish among the angels

At Nottingham I take a picture under the statue of Robin Hood but this time without ola but passed me shortly after making do with a group of the Military National Memorial Arboretum near Derby with the help of my own bike is not easy believe me disarm indeed conquer an entire platoon .. then do a Mexican wave with those who wield absolute hardest job in the world ... because I no longer feel the fatigue

Inside the National Memorial meeting a Reduce Elder while we take a picture together tells me laughing except Napoleonic did all the recent wars. I'm clumsy I do not know a word of English but I understood very well, and when he then tells me softly All wars have always been designed to be at the table who governs us with the sole intention of looking thin and strengthen the lineage, experimenting with new technologies or practices medicochirurgiche more pragmatic than that ? thanks but even I understand the rest without words

Then transit to Birmingham where I shrink with 3 Golden boys, the three men pioneers of the industrial revolution in England and I end stage in Conventry doing un'ola with a host of angels engaged in a celestial representation. A visit Oxford universities and also the college students to finish then the Italian stage in Higt Micombe.. Also the City is now just a pedal. And I pedal too loose and “powerful” but aware that just a simple mishap to upset the whole: and this makes it all the more human and more beautiful, fragile and strong at the same time. Tomorrow in London no one waiting for me or I will praise but it does not matter, complimented me do them alone and me all about them. It was an interesting trip, long, difficult and tiring but this makes it even more beautiful. The average was a disaster but then the rest, I do not know who said, the focus is not win participate with me ... but the many people who have enjoyed the rice-Bergamo my English but most of my "ole”. I ask the direction for the Big ben, stupid (?) Sir give me an indication wrong but I think the positive x 'so I am in the midst of the guards parading at Buckingham Palace happy I start well I march to top it all the spectators cheered imitate me so their children have fun .. they will think of their its strange these "Adult" had to wait for a jester to express what they already had.. within

27.07.2012 arrival in London as established and that the Day of Inauguration of the Olympic Games

Even interview me but no party or special celebration even the band on my arrival

I reach Already there are Canterbury the time to do a Mexican wave with the choir and put the stamp on 1st credentials Pilgrim skim off along the Via Francigena and its beautiful cathedrals

It 'Sunday Dover and there is no open even a shred of information to the Office of Tourism wonder ferry ticket for Calles if you can get to France via the Euro tunnel but I do not know how to say anything! The theme of the trip is the work which is admirable human technology, however, this tunnel and when ever befall me a chance like that.. while I caught the ferry galore . So I decided to reach Folchestone up and down the cliffs wonderful landscape a bit 'less state or frame of mind and the hard work. After yet another knock exhausted wrong information to a private house to ask where I was never located Benedict entrance to the tunnel. A Lord kindly take the car and I follow him back on the bike and leads me in the intersection near the entrance to the highway and that is that I had seen too many times before; I guarantee that you can still pass by bike!!!Thank and salute but other surprise, sorry the service staff of the Tunnel tell me that the bike is not only allowed to board the train bus; My only chance to go in cheek that is 6 miles, where among other things I was already passed and requested information without receiving any indication about. The trick is telling me to agree with the vehicles that pass by there to get the go-ahead, such as campers, get in agreement with them and then pretend to be a single component.. here can not do that because the area is video monitored and she is now immortalized ... ... I suggest a different way to go before but I riperdo between the lovely cliffs it's evening and I'm exhausted I decide to go to Dover and take the last. Strange to me is a doubt known other cyclists follow the direct pedestrians within the galactic structure of Porto m course more appropriate as the rest I've done in other cross As per the recommendations I go back to the boarding only half an hour before departure and as a cordoned off area after 2k I realize that I reached the ferry to London I go back and take the other direction where I meet a crabby as good officer browser that tells me to stop talking and grumbling (even if a reason) shut up quiet lissen harks my naw but instead of listening to him unless I really want to stay on the ground because the ferry soon part. My ticket is not endorsed by showing the place must go to a shack that looks more like an office than in a tool shed. Sprinto comfortable as I could here the staff will serve plise of The sorry part of the ferryboat. They make a smile and an ok place the stamp. Allotment with more than Cipollini Officer Sailor Uniform white with a lot of cheering me the go go that risulat be more pleased with me winks at me and with my thumb indicates the uaau ok ... thanks anyway ... hello England and, thank you .. no time to fix the bike on the walls and change me that while I think the ferry leaves the port captain gentle idiot to think well of the Ticket agent and his absurd directions .. a true joke priest? Or maybe it's only close relative of the Custodian of the Stonehenge ? I found it the second idiot in the whole of England says Forst Camp is stupid .. those who do not who it is

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Bella ed ospitale l’Inghilterra ma dopo 27 days in the UK to Calais find my money my direction (dx) the miles and miles more, the language and culture most similar words I already feel at home and referring also to the French intrigued by my intriguing journey which puzzled look at me and tell me ..There is very much me kmSeveral passes to do ... and yet .. It's true.. answer but it is true that for a traveler that the distance is the least of the problems

How to agreements made prior to departure via text message asking detailed information of the path 2 Bergamo that the month before transitai are here to walk along the Via Francigena, to go to Rome. He responds with Ugo exact words follow straight on towards Passo San Bernardo..with a little 'bit ? Another lesson never rely on others ... especially if backed Eco di Bergamo which rejects the article instead of my journey has followed the 2 pilgrims day x day even with a dedicated portal obviously they have even saints in heaven don Nicoli ? tell me the lights

A pilgrimage decidedly abnormal my terminology in Rome but instead even among the churches of earthquake victims in Emilia and then in Sotto il Monte by Monsignor Capovilla Secretary of Pope John XXIII, who along with Pope John Paul I ( although only 33 days) They gave hope and changed the face of the church. I even messed up the true pilgrims with a lot of stick and shell .. and phone.. I have already said they are not Valid Credentials = Pilgrim's passport because there are stamps of various kinds, but especially that of the Waldensian church ( for me the most coveted stamp pleasing given that at that Campo Santo is buried Charlie Chaplin ) simply absurd their claims

…then if I think of the many cyclists who do not regard me as such if only for the fact that I do not shave my legs, I wonder …those who have never ? perhaps a simple traveler and the wayfarer as my grandmother always said Angela we are all here to lift and rental useless and stupid therefore be arrogant and bad

Cut in 2 France you do not expect : highlands caressed by the strong wind through vineyards maize and wheat, small villages such as Colombey les deux Eglises, where General De Gaulle withdrew at the foot of the Cross of Lorraine; small villages isolated enough to knock on the door to ask the farmers to be able to fill the water bottle of eau and enjoyed their call call the neighbors supported me with a W Bartali

After so many huge cathedrals superlative is the church of Grenant ( Direzione Besançon ) with the old stove in the nave with a lot of pipes next to the pews and the pulpit over to better cool the assembly

Within the "dear" and after the visit to Switzerland Campo Santo of Corsier-sur-Vevey in honor of the magical Charlot reach Martignj and despite the bad provvisioni so as not to strip me by the devastating disproportionately high prices docking Pass that separates me from the Bel Paese

Step on meeting the 4 seasons after the scorching sun a thunderstorm with lots of lightning and roaring sounds so much regret the hazardous and endless tunnel then the poetry of snow but also a storm ... but I do not feel anything anymore, not because ice cold indeed but only because now I smell the fireplaces shelters that give off a scent rather than perfume house. I do Passo a brief stop off in the home of the Pilgrim although it is now frozen so great is the happiness I think that in a few minutes to invigorate involving the large group of pilgrims as well in a particular ola

I make the mistake to believe me now at home and satisfied and lowered the guard instead I'll have to "sweat" and down a lot in that absurd becomes much more demanding and tiring of the tearing of the climb, given that the bike does not hold a wet track and vice versa the road that has become a stream of deadly slopes and not enough brakes also well worn to the bone sorry iron.. consumption as well the soles of shoes to try to contain the bike that every straight threatens to overturn

Rest a while in the beautiful village of S. Remi me lifts and lowers at the same time as I see chicks pilgrim (tell me) that backpack packed with a lot of shell and face the Via Francigena pilgrim climbing toward the pass comfortably with a makeshift bus for a fee ... this is the mirror of the times .. then maybe find out which are the same pilgrims who criticize my ride

Among the pouring rain continuous descent breaks neck, and note that here the signs are still curious French in the meantime to know what will be the 1st word in Italian that I will read after a long time spent abroad and after a dangerous curve here is a sign indicating ...CemeteryHaiah ...

I come now to Aosta Frozen, however, I decided to go straight to the Cathedral to put the stamp of passage but in truth especially to thank whatever good god Having said that I was free to spend a day full of risks so intense stress and fatigue ... Meanwhile, even the sun comes out but the square in front waiting for me another surprise a hearse ... here we go again .. ouch dead yet Within the church, however, it is known that the Deceased is a lady, but this is not even talking about the dead.. at that very moment the priest in the pulpit says.. is a joy to be here today to celebrate you as it was for people who have had the good fortune to know .. and so on ... remainder shocked and I understand now that it must have been inevitably a special person so much that shortly after his son read a touching letter sure to make her happy to see him in Uniform (he wanted so much for her son ) complete with a crew following (well in uniform) to accompany her in his latest trip ... with the hope to reach it as soon as I usually do not move me too cynical to think ...I hope so when it is not in service In the midst of the most intelligent people absorbed but that function Funeral witness such a genuine and joyful dream Wedding so much that I also in his honor I might even meddle in agape Communion without even generate waste or comment for my of Uniform cyclist anomalous since even though I have hair on my legs .. see how much they weigh over One Fine Day prejudice and bigoted culture as the best welcome I could never have ? in fact perceive that the figure of this Special Sovereign is still vital and thriving thanks to a great day ...

In Ivrea distracted as ever I go to visit Monsignor Bettazzi who has been retired in his native Romagna and then Already there are Straight to the point where they camped Ceresole Reale my villagers who this year celebrate the 50th Anniversary of Camp Oratory for the occasion do in a Ola absolutely the most pleasing of the whole trip. The theme of the trip is the end of the leg work and I name Miss my peasant camp cooks who give me the kiss Ever received so far .. Carla and Rosalba devote their holidays to work free x the Common Good

The priest of Ceresole you do not even want to be a beautiful woman and her bad ( in the sense of person) Lady Perpetual is a real arrogant rude to me so I decided to put the stamp of the Transition from beautiful Alice? Proloco me that I cut out and glue specially crafted in such a way so that the stamp is the most beautiful ever together with that of the Church of Valdese Corsier-sur-Vevey the nice girl also tells me of his recent pilgrimage on foot to Rome went wrong for the fault of the blisters caused by new boots I think ...just eat poco .. is just as well just make a person happy thanks

No camping accommodation but convenient and economical Hotel Stella Alpina run by the Sisters.. I have a weakness for the sisters not the real ones petoneghe .. how then do not do a Mexican wave with a dedication ? = …Ola sweeter than the morning…how not to do a Mexican wave with the Sisters often SILENCE and the Spirit of Service .. useless to deny the church often roaring and male stands above all former Grace With Them

Here I make a day of rest and not to lose the habit direct Nivolet .. fabulous.. I recommend it to all cyclists who turns up like mushrooms on here and knew that my journey fill me with praise but at the same time several people ask me how come you do not shave as do all cyclists ?

Do not forget the theme of travel and WORK with a touch of magic as well organize a meeting with some of the former employees' Hush KRUPP just distracted as always I am convinced that in addition to talk with former Pine Operario well with a former employee of the firm instead of only at the end of the offending meeting tells me that he is a journalist and that if I did not talk of anything to the contrary is to be considered a interview ?… you so much ... now figure x Figure aftermath read..

In Casale Monferrato I meet with Mrs. Roman President of the Committee of asbestos victims who read at that time the poem "Dust". The same representatives of the Committee headed by the phenomenal “Lady” (in all senses) ( gets mad when I call Lady says to me are Roman.. Roman just moved and I also continued to hug and kiss me so much that at the end of stage I seek no more than even Miss ) … invite me to do a ola smiling.. because ..’ tell me…life goes on without forgetting or even give up their rights .. Encounter well as other journalists among them the sweet and tenacious sent to the Print whose husband is one of the victims of asbestos. Increase my popularity goes without saying that I am pleased.. but at the same conditions and not just the continuation of the journey while since you have to have a very specific goal would not otherwise Arrivals nowhere like today for example when giving birth to h.12 at this time usually I end stage

Through the warm Lomellina Valley between the scorching asphalt and maize now high a breath of air.. I am suffering from cold and rainy countries of the North are no longer accustomed to the heat thus sending via sms poetry S Lorenzo night of shooting stars in my Daughter My Princess that today's birthday and after centuries he replies

I feel like the happiest man in the world From contentment I no longer feel it sultriness neither hot nor fatigue and flight to the stars that actually make me late in the evening light as I reach Piacenza

In Parma encounter an exceptional Bishop on the roof of his utility as an oracle grant me the stamp

Just had met in London under the Big ben a group of Italian Finale Centense ola believed that seeing me do I believe a local indigenous touched and surprised when they learned that I was amused Bergamo and did not even know a word of English .. I promised them that the I would return from their past to do a Mexican wave but the gentleman who told me the address of reference here to a hundred no one knows anything positive ... I think it does not matterAlready there arePedalo ... among the Ruins ... if Rieti is the navel of Italy Cavendish at its heart lies a beautiful area battered by earthquake …Here the workers died on the night shift Biagio Santucci and Jordan Visconti .. and all the other victims dedicate my daily grind ... I take a picture with workers' Ane and son Mirko who collect vegetables from the fields ... in the knee but tenacious people working ... strong are the ones who make me courage ... then encounter the beautiful journalist Georgia and the Mayor that as “Father” Community is the person without a shadow of a doubt the most proven and suffering. was the hardest stage of my journey I thought I was “sailed” but I confess that despite the hospitality and the strong character of the local people I simply passing wayfarer I left destroyed

I go to Mass and a meeting Other Authorities Cavendish is the parish priest Don Lorenzo and the essay that gives me with her whole family ( parents and siblings one is the best)…But just now… it says even the strong and wise Prophet Elijah in 1st reading

Ferrara meeting 3 cute young Cristian, Mirko and Alessio Vas and Alano di Piave (With) their 1st long trip by bicycle = destination Sicily…thanks because they make me… dream

While Polisella on the Po 'Francesco know his mother Lucia and his Father Fabio Brescia a family who returns home after cycling holidays spent at the Ferrara beaches .. just great

In Padua greeting and point towards the Holy Monselice and Vittorio Veneto home with Bari and Sacile seat of my Military Service. Then I go to Fortogna…the name already ... to visit the Cemetery Victims of Vajont

A Spar I stop at the bakery that is well before facing the Bar 10 km climb that lead me on to the dam of Vajon and then Erto hoping to find accommodation and coronarla as well as the site of the final stage; here I know the Mayor of Spar and a group of people fascinated by my journey and happy that he thought to transit as well as their; bombard me with questions and at the end I do not pleasant to tell them what I think of their city's most famous writer Mauro Corona for some ... in spite of everything .. it creates a wake of people around me do not pray and expose .... knowing full well aware of full.. full. existing among the mountain people who even arrive at Steep someone who already report my story better so saving voice

Bergamo Book Fair presents a bearded man with a lot of little-known intractable bandana, a jacket without sleeves and a liter of wine in hand to present his new book now in the 5th ... the first thing I do when I visit a city I go to see his Graveyard them only recognize it for real ... hahu ... hurca.. I conquer the fly .. then even have time to exalt that continues.. that bastard my father died 3 Practitioner days ago ... the body is still warm and insults, I collapsed upon the world as if I had been punched in the stomach .. in just a few seconds you managed to make me touch the pinnacle of opposing emotions.. Because I was in the midst of other people otherwise the first reaction was to leave immediately for I too had a Padre Padrone but by no means would I dare to dare too much offending the sanctity of Memory and Death

I ask then to the Gentiles colpitthe Longanesi guarantee that if I am on an ATM since I have left in my pocket just right 2 € .. I will answer in unison but the problem is that it is the eve of August and the Fair Ertana therefore will be difficult but not impossible to find a place to sleep .... confident no matter m'involo

I visit the dam and then knowing that arrive directly from London by bike became the attraction of people gathered in the square and on the spot I promote on the field and give me a sort of honorary citizen so how do therefore not host me as a Mexican wave ? and with a quick word of mouth I found a small room without bath Emma just tell me more about New nell'Erto follow the Way of the Cross painted on the retaining wall of the hairpin can not go wrong you get it straight in your mouth .. but what is the wolf ? Since nell'imbrunire I see a big guy with a sleeveless vest walking on the narrow railing balance between the emptiness of the abyss .. I walk slowly so as not to scare him and ask him ... Mauro Corona ?

Laghem season I answered a voice from beyond the grave .. you sure it's him .. while m'allontano I congratulate him is a good exercise to keep fit thanks I responds by changing attitudes and peering at me as I walk away disappointed as well- I am also an original are as unique as the rest of us for all the good god and not for this excites me too much or overly ... hello.. hello

Steep Magic ” Emma” is part of the large group of real characters that immediately wins you over. Located next to the restaurant where the food was really good Julia a few meters from the workshop of the same sculptor-writer Mauro Laghem ista Emma does not want to know the reasons and does not want to be paid immediately, but in the aftermath so well she tells me you have to wake up early .. but now I think now if the ATM does not work that figure shit I also was having booked so if I can no longer even return to Spar As if I was in front of the mouth of truth with bated breath I type € 100 mange some device running index ? sigh ok is in fact made the ATM spits 2 repeat units from 50 € 2 pieces from 50 € Happy as a clam flight from Trattoria Julia I allow myself to eat a well meal of delicious local dishes I deserve it also is not for nothing. After dinner I go back to the bar counter and while I offer 50 € to Julia nice lady came up to me a man who presents himself as a journalist has heard of my trip and would like to know ... I take rest and not to remove the wallet in front of the reporter as that is battered in regard to not give the eye when I'm traveling alone I put the 35 € directly in the pouch. Arrives in the meantime also the companion of the newsstand excited that tells me the magic of Erto and how in the woods today has almost a suede I cherished for reference against. I believe you and how you think I'm just now instead I saw a donkey in the streets doing a Mexican wave with the locals Immediately we are in unison invite me to join them later at the Tavern downtown hangout for people, artists, writers and so on.. I do not promise anything since I'm tired and I need to rest I take a walk but I prefer to avoid the canva not to go for the fun casino eccentric saw that I had already originated in the country prefer to wander through the old mansions and know so other people who just seem to come from the books of Corono really like the two elderly sisters that At first they wanted to take me to fuck you were thinking of a scoundrel, but then once introduced to me I made them laugh even I'll be back in the room I go into the bathroom and I will not go on for the entire night. Withdrawal from the pouch 35 € to rest and scold me alone I could very well lose at least I would have been an example and warning them board with my hand and put them in your wallet the morning, prepare the money to pay but I am amazed as I am of again 2 pieces of 50 € I wonder why? Control well as the receipt of Trattoria and the receipt from the ATM everything fits less the extra money that I find myself, I even thought maybe there was already a € 50 more that I had not seen yesterday ? Even if that were impossible, but where are the rest of 35 €? The incident to the story but also amused surprise Mrs. Emma and tell her to keep the rest of the 25 € and donate them to the feast of the Patron well then I get back in the saddle all day but I confess that the history of 2 50€ I went down ... I usually do tell stories of magic spells try to upset confuse people especially the children this time I was the one to be hit

Scalo Casso x to find two elderly phenomenal Natalina and Giuliano in their eyes you can still see .. I visit the museum of the Vajont dam of Spar and then off pedal rather run to my native village S. George Brunico lustrandomi eyes and not just passing in the heart of the Dolomites. In Cortina d'Ampezzo ask the bishop of Cotrina d?Ampezzo if I put the stamp of Passage and explain my particular pilgrimage with the theme of Labour and the intention to terminate not in Rome but in Sotto il Monte Pope Good .. Now look at me wrong and gets angry retorts because other Popes are probably bad ?

He is right ... only who knows .. but ... I apologize instantly and I trust my highest consideration I feel still towards his fellow Cadore Pope Luciani the smile of God truly extraordinary so that really is dead for too much emotion and kindness ... or maybe, perhaps only to the Vatican mafia terrified by his humble power ?

I take a picture even with .. ola with the park guards assume the absolute best job in the world

In the evening I come to my home country at this late hour I can not disturb my acquaintances so it is difficult or impossible to find accommodation since mid-August, but it is also with the help of an innkeeper law Krauts especially when surprised and happy about the document the town where I was born but I am divinely arranged after another climb in the dark.. I'm in a palace at the foot of the Kronplatz

Visit acquaintances and come to know that her sister Irma Ilda (la mia balia figlie di Franz l’allora sindaco) now lives in Bolzano and no longer in Austria as visit her Already there are

A bit 'for the temporal flow lascar a bit' so much because I would never leave this magical place .. late delivery

On the bike path on the outskirts of Bolzano known an immigrant who fiddles with his bike fails, the desire would be to stop but it's too late, I have to go to the Cathedral for the stamp and have risk to get there after closing ... a few meters after brake pinned indeed ... but what the hell I'm doing but who cares about the stamp, I reflect..if I were in that condition maybe abroad ? I go back I empty my whole arsenal and find the right size Allen wrench to Replace and secure the crown of the posterior chain and happy indeed I am much more happy with him both on our remount.. vehicles of peace I come to the Cathedral when it is closed, but just at that moment by a side door check a little man, very elegant; is a senior prelate (beautiful and elegant as the sun with lots of tie) with the Sacristan than happy to take runs and Stamp; wonder as well as information on the way of my nurse, while the prelate told me to wait for a moment that comes immediately, and in fact returns shortly after with an archaic bike and invites me to follow him what an honor

Known to be a specialist cyclist because it passes among the people rasentandoli gently without letting them frighten or disturb, indeed, almost caressing them, and then continues as if almost sorvolasse them happy and I ognitanto behind .. we tell ourselves and come to know briefly about his passion for music and writing. Once in the street back into an attacking hyena of flowers and perfumes known that the numbering of the houses are different from the usual. I remember the phone number he gave me his sister and the phone just as the same overlooks the terrace above to answer .. explodes laughter and joy were ages since we saw with the one who made me diaper, who knows how many times I pissed on. Before hug and tears of joy bows and kisses the ring of the Prelate happy to see us happy. I do approtfittoper ask a further favor if we take a picture. But Irma tells me that is not the case, well it does not matter if you do not want to do anything.. I would not bother but the Monsignor? The same prelate pick up the car and even with a little 'difficulty in mirarci captures our happiness ...

Irma insists that remains at least to dine with her, greet the prelate who was pleased by bike. Just arrived home I presented her sympathetic husband and I said excuse me if I would ask you but that power or special recommendations You can never have enough to accompany you to the famous Bishop (famous?) and who has escorted to date ? alone by bike from the cathedral to a crawl . She replies in disbelief as a bike from the cathedral? but if everyone knows who is visually impaired but almost blind now so that even more can write it nor playing and I will list all the faculties of the Illustrious (..meek and humble I might add) Popular Character in South Tyrol. Immediately I think of as peda .. flew loose but also to how people greeted him revered as moving to reverence or fear of actually being invested? Another well today I get a lesson never to trust a stranger or maybe this time just the opposite?trust us when we allow ourselves to the Other then find the man the hope of the joy and strength as well to continue our journey

But then the magic really exist ?

I also think that if I had not stopped to repair the chain of Hamir the former stranger seized the moment and I would not even know a person so extraordinary unfortunately longer news, and clamor, the prelates mythomaniacs.

Discover the magic this too or maybe it's just that the trip would be nice .. so to answer those who criticize the way of my path, although I admit that it is impossible to describe certain emotions, certain feelings you have to try for this we must every now and then even dare ... it's therapeutic and physiological ... get in the game

I assume you ride just for this unique experience certain emotions really well and believe me repeat indescribable

Irma inherent because I sleep with her, but I tell you that if you do not discipline t'imponi a definite goal I'd still be in Paris and not in any other part arriveresti more .. other than London or Brussels .. St. George .. Merano

I come in Merano with the pitch-dark, Already half of my 2nd stage seems really all a dream the beautiful and ingenious gimmick to go back and notice how deep and different state of mind and admire the city and my ambitions as I record my dreams come true, looks like a whole other world and yet nothing has changed in appearance in these 3 Also this month is the journey .... At the intersection of Malles derailment the road instead of the unknown destination unknown former the tough climb but also the certainty of the coveted home

Top of the hill King Stelvio Cima Coppi is the most important stage of a ride without forgetting that my Cima Coppi was Marcinelle and its miners…the extraordinary journey is ending…does not seem real to me that it was all a dream…??? and then down to Lake Como a brief stop at the Sanctuary of the Madonna of Ghisallo, Patron Saint of Cyclists and away I go back to the Mortlake the smallest commune d'Europe .. beautiful hairpin bends but so great is the effort .. within the church and a heavenly vision m'acceca see the Madonna??? the statue moves look better and dall'alone out the beautiful Silvia ... then off to the dirt road that leads me to Passo de Palio to shot blast from imposing jagged granite ...my land I thirst no water no matter ask permission to the Pastor and mung..and while we are Transit along the ... Cornabusa shrine and the monument of the emigrant After Amsterdam Brussels London Paris .. nice pass to Blello Piazzolo Bernbenno Dossena Over the Hill and the Cathedral Green ... twice .. I pretended not to see the indicazone .. then while I was there I go along the road that leads The Arera to 2500m to honor what was perhaps the best Cathedral visited ... so inserted as embedded in the pearl Created

Da Canterbury lungo la Via Francigena, but instead of Rome I wanted to finish the trip in the countries and Earthquakes Emilia Sotto il Monte by Monsignor Capovilla Secretary of Pope John, I was happy that everything covered in Attention and questions. I told him the scolding of the Bishop of Cortina because of the title of Good Pope. Unperturbed essay tells me you're both so it's better when we turn refer to Pope John is more correct to say Good but not the Pope, the Pope of Goodness touche .. thanks ... I go out now and in the evening you see a beam of moonlight that reminds me of the famous dedication to Peter S Crazy Kids are happy but tired .. but how not to touch Fontanella Father Turoldo..while I'm at..

The following day I went by my pastor to put on Credentials Pellegrino well as the stamp of our Patroness = Our Lady of Good Counsel and he barely opened me and then issuing a stamped only grunt while he began to talk on the phone pointing . this was the imprinting of .. Welcome back. I think this absurd positive attitude if nothing else helps me to re-put myself in the best tram,tram daily. La bravura infatti se di tale si tratta, tackling these adventurous trips lies in knowing how to manage once back then when the body lacks the adrenaline rush, who wants and demands as it was accustomed to dealing with everyday situations of extreme steepness ... if ever the ability of this is in fact the re-know and manage the normality of things without "tricks" ... While I think these things I come to the orchard located right in the Singing Valley High..resent a growl like that of the Parish Priest, I turn and see a Donkey all 14 which at first I mistook for my brother as well. I look at my valley and between the spokes of the wheel (his circle reminds me of Olympic) hanging on the fig tree I see the outline of the Alps and the Apennines and with a little imagination even a wisp of sea.. I'm happy.. is true.. I'm lucky I live in the most beautiful country in the World.

Petosino .. coming to my country late in the evening now former fortune casino and otherwise who knows what party I would have done my countrymen …certain that raconte balls… it's a lie or a fantasy even my trip or my enormous effort I certainly felt real your support your company the welcome .. thanks….what about more??

Dear "Princess" Giorgia first of all wishes.. I have not forgotten much less disappeared only recently that I had to fight against a cruel and ferocious dragon fable or anything but .. Cartoon.. For this reason, I ask You and David 's authorization to send files about events a bit' twisted and complicated as only we adults know how to do .. but all's well that ends well ... as well so I hope that you're right ... .

Enter the last sms

Like all things even my journey has come to an end ... now I'm lost among the Bergamo Valleys and now I face the final stage ... I hope I have made dream ( a uccelino told me that they want to make a book about my ole mah.. Lighten up sun rose ...) I also hope after the fun view, however, well so much effort addressed, to get a little more consideration on the part of my countrymen (Petosino) of my countrymen (Sorisole) and by my fellow citizens ( Bergamo in Bergamo L'eco ecc ..) and who knows maybe even find a job that I re-gifts serenity but also dignity Thanks x the attention of the former company oh I forgot ... Good Journey Saluti oliver twist what l ...