Set the alarm. Got up and out the door at 8, into the the fog and frost.
About 21 kms today, again through fields and farms, and along canals, but as it is Sunday, the ringing of church bells resounds across the countryside. But Sunday isn’t just for God it seems, it is also for shooting. Most of the day was also accompanied by the sound of rifles. I don’t know if it is duck season but sure hope it isn’t pellegrina season.
We arrive at the town of Tromello just before midday. Prior to the bells ringing in 12 o’clock, the streets are virtually deserted, then suddenly people appear from everywhere. We find a good place for lunch in the town square.
An interesting thing we note as we walk across these flat lands and through the small towns are the cyclists – overwhelmingly, the main people on bikes are older women. Nonnas. Just going about their business on bikes. Not a sight you see much in urban Melbourne.
Stay: Hotel Il Pino, directly on the route into Garlasco.
Eat: Pizzeria Il Boss
A domani.
Richo and DC 