Through Bolzano

Another night of rain at the lake. I woke up to a bright blue sky with the sunlight streaming through the leaves. The water was perfectly still creating a brilliant mirror to the clouds. Thin wisps of fog swirled at the surface like djinns scattered by the light.

After drying my gear in the sun, I got back on Schopper and rode back to the cycle path and headed to Bolzano. The vineyards of South Tyrol looked splendid today. At Bolzano, an Afghani magician with the clippers transformed me into a civilized man again.

The path north of Bolzano went along the river, still turbulent and sputtering. I came to a flooded underpass and rode through it. It was deeper than I guessed, and my front bags went fully underwater. My socks and shoes got a free wash, probably necessary by now.

As I rode further, the path got hemmed in tight by the green lush mountains on both sides.Læs mere