.....The BiKeWriTer

An Italian “Brewski”

An Italian beer or two tonight. Left Zima relatively early, spun through some small towns where you could smell the aroma of morning cafe. Bike is holding up well and I’m getting more familiar with signs and map reading, except in Alessandria where I was turned about for two hours. Finally hopped the train for €10 (I was €7 and my bike was €3). I totally slept on the train. The ticket taker wanted to know why my ticket wasn’t stamped and he said he could arrest me. There was quick forgiveness and then another young lady woke me up at my stop. “Or you’re really going to get in hot water if you don’t have a ticket to go back.” The woman spoke great English. “I’m taking a night course,” she said.

We talked about the biking adventure. “Solo,” she asked. I’ll take any input on how to get around that question.

Made it to Genova and down the coast a bit to Nervi. 

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