After separating fron Goiznabar the main question was “where should we go?”. I have a problem with some Italian places, and it’s that I don’t want to go there too soon. I know some day I’ll come, with more time and money, so I don’t want to spoil my first impressions. Javi didn’t have that problem and had the destination really clear: Florence. So, Florence, here we go!
The way there was not complicated, we managed to do around 100 km every day, but the most interesting thing was the variety of places in which we slept.
The first day was quite flat, in theory, next to the amazing views of the coast of Liguria. We managed to reach a Decathlon near Savona for lunch time (hopefully the last Decathlon we go to in this trip, it’s getting old!). Javi needed to buy a tent as Goiznabar had already got a bit tired of sharing his, and mine is smaller. Actually I’m impressed that it took them so long to buy another tent, I really thought that after a week they would have taken this decision.
After buying the tent, having some lunch and using the mall’s wifi we continued towards Genova, with the intention of sleeping before reaching this huge city. On the road, before Cogoleto a motorbike started going our speed and told us a better road to go to the next village, a road only for bikes. So we turned around and we took it. Sometimes it’s amazing how helpful people are.
This bike road runs between a forest and the sea, so it was not hard to find a nice peaceful place to camp. It was nice because there was an abandoned cupboard, and we used it as a table, sitting on our panniers.
While cooking some pasta with the cooker I thought that I found the perfect technique of draining the water out, but it turned out not to be so great, but as we only had spices to put on the pasta, I guess some leafs didn’t hurt.
The next day we crossed Genova early in the morning and we went to the regional tourist information. They were not very helpful at all and told me several things wrong, but at least I got some maps out of them. Looking at the map I saw that Cinqueterre was more or less on our way, and that’s a region I wanted to see.
Just before arriving there, having climbed some small hills, we arrived to a town where there was something strange on the map, and we hoped it was a bike road. Well, it was just the opposite: a series of single track tunnels only allowed for cars (with traffic lights). We asked the locals and they insisted that it was ok to go through the tunnel, as the alternative was to climb the “Braco” mountain pass, a famous road for cyclists because of how hard it is.
So we took the advice and after all the cars had crossed we went behind, knowing that probably after every tunnel we would have to stop, and wait for the next green light. Probably it was not the most recommendable thing to do, but I think it was fun all that adrenaline, going more than 30km per hour to get through as fast as possible.
Javi didn’t think the same, and was suffering a bit, so right in the middle, before the longest tunnel, we decided to stop and sleep there, hoping that at 5 am no cars would pass. There was a small stone beach, where we slept, and a restaurant going up the hill. So after we prepared everything for sleeping, I treated Javi to a beer. I had an amazing Italian beer, and the view was also superb.
When it got dark we went to sleep, but we had to leave our bikes next to the road, locked of course, as we had to climb down, holding a rope, to go to the beach.
We slept few, and in the middle of the night someone with a really powerful light woke us up from the distance, just to ask “tutto bene?” (Everything alright?). and after we said that we were fine, he left. We knew that the next day around 6 am, we had to finish crossing the series of tunnels, so we tried to rest us much as possible.