Everywhere Virtually

Lake Garda to Ancona

We started off the day by being fleeced by an Italian grandmother. The previous night she wooed us with a €30 per person per night rate. Come the morning it had jumped to €34 euro. Not much you say but we are on a tight budget and 8 euros is 8 litres of fuel.

We packed swiftly and got out of town. Riding along Lake Garda in brilliant sunshine we took the opportunity to do some filming with the helmet cams. We are the kings of ram mounts and industrial velcro.

We pressed on towards Verona. Verona is an old favourite of mine but time was really against us and we needed to be in Ancona by 6pm so there was no time for sightseeing. Every stop, every adjustment of the camera adds minutes to the journey and it’s fair to say that its a good idea to add two hours onto the journey time each day.

By mid afternoon we had a Sibirsky Extreme highlight. We crossed the Rubicon. Figuratively and literally.

Not long after our foray across the mighty and raging Rubicon we reached the peoples free Republic of San Marino. This mountain top town and small country is a feast for the eyes. We rode up the twisting mountain roads in the warmth of mellow yellow sunshine.

Despite making good time through the day our little foray into San Marino cost us half an hour and with haste we made our way back down. This was right about the time the Garmin gremlins set to work and we were chasing our tales as the routefinder sent us around in circles. This is a recurring theme of the trip with the Garmins. If mine is working Walter’s isn’t and visa versa.

By 6pm we made it to Ancona after some determined riding. In no time at all we had sorted our ferry tickets and headed into Ancona town to get some Internet access. We found an internet cafe that was pretty dodgy. The guy wanted my passport as security in case we ran off. he said it was to satisft the police and related to terrorism. I thought if there was a terrorist in the room it certainly wasn’t me and was more likely to be the guy wanting my passport for a €2 internet connection. He was having none of it and wouldn’t give me access without it. So I did give him a passport… just not my current one. I gave him my out of date Irish passport that expired 3 years ago ;O). You can’t kid a kidder. Despite giving him a dud I still watched him and my old passport like a hawk.

An hour went by and I made sure to clear the cache from the computer I was using. I will also be sure to change my passwords just in case the guy was using a key logger. I’m a suspicious bugger.

After a swift jaunt to the kebab shop we headed back to the port to catch a ship to Split. So in the last few days we’ve making like a shepherd and getting ‘the flock’ outta here and there. But of course as we approach Croatia we need to make like a banana and ‘Split’… boom boom, tsh!

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