10 DAYS OF ADVENTURE AND FRIENDSHIP IN TUNISIA
23 December 2005 - Aprilia

Straight from the heart of one of the participants, the day by day retelling of a big dive into the Tunisian desert at the last Adventure Raid of the year.

A huge two-wheel adventure, that, in the shadows of the sand dunes, for one last time, united the participants in the age-old tradition of friendship, common to these events. So, here are the words of Alex Bellucci, of M&TOOR Aprilia official club. Enjoy!

My participation in this raid was born from my desire to expand my store of technical and culture knowledge that is essence of the spirit of any motorcyclist who lives out his passion with that infinite curiosity possessed by all travelers who enjoy a 360 degree view.
This trip was among those on the calendar in the Aprilia Adventure Raid sector, and was met by a large approval among the members of the M&TOOR club and the ApriliaOnTheRoad. Therefore the preparations began well before the departure date, and continued right up until it was our number one focus in the days immediately preceding November 23. So, here’s how I lived out this amazing experience, retold by means of my travel notes and compiled, day by day, with good friend Luca Turini. From my small notebook, here is the story of a truly special adventure.

Wednesday 11/23
Departure from Livorno with Luca Carovano (Pegaso 650 Cube) at 10:30. A little after 11 we meet up with Daniele Monti (Etv 1000 Caponord) and Giuseppe Berlino (Pegaso 650 i.e.) at a service area on the A12 near the exit for Versilia. Also in the group is Elisa, Giuseppe’s girlfriend, driving a car to carry our entire luggage to La Spezia, and then participating in the raid, riding with Giuseppe where possible or otherwise on the off-road part of the organization.
Whoever participates with rented motorcycles from La Spezia, gets the Pegaso Tuscany-Tibet and Etv 1000 Caponord, therefore we leave our suitcases on the off-road truck, a Mercedes 6x6, a vehicle of enviable power and handling that had previously participated in events at Dakar, wining some stages in its category. Then we begin our transfer to Genoa.
The weather isn’t on our side, it’s not raining but the temperature is low and despite it being almost 1 o’clock, gusts of wind along the viaducts tend to violently move our motorcycles. Considering that the temperature ranges from 4 to 12 degrees Celsius, it’s not really a great start; we arrive on time at the port, by now almost everyone in the group: we receive our free backpacks which contain all our information materials.
The ship is in front of us and we can’t wait to get onboard, so we run through some seemingly endless bureaucratic procedures, and finally we’re told the order in which to get onboard: we’re in the hold of the ship, and by now the adventure has begun!
We get settled into our cabins. The doctor that will be traveling with us gives us a patch to prevent seasickness, there’s supposed to be rough seas. Fortunately, the weather report proves to be wrong and we have smooth sailing.
Dinner on the boat at 8 pm, then we get together at the bar, an opportunity for us to begin to get to know one another as well as the staff. Among other things, it’s also Gianluca’s birthday (one of the guides of the group, called the sweeper), and he offers us drinks. So stories begin to flow freely and then we all go to bed.

Thursday 11/24
The second day of navigation begins, the sea is calm and the weather is good enough. At the morning briefing, we get our road book and their preparation; we take advantage of this to register our the way points on the GPS, at 1 pm lunch, and after a powernap while waiting for the disembarking which will happen two hours late.
We arrive at the port of Tunis at 6 pm. Too bad, because we have to do the transfer in the dark. Also, we have to deal with customs which will be faster than we imagined, the first experience with local habits which ask you for a tip for everything; we leave for Hamm met, about 85 kilometers away, at 8 pm, the intent being to arrive by 9 in order to ensure having dinner. Unfortunately, it begins to rain right while we’re in the chaotic city traffic, and with the asphalt being as slippery and as slick as oil, we have to drive carefully, and it’s cold, not more than 11 degrees Celsius.
The arrival at the hotel “Lella Baya” is very agitated, there isn’t even time to admire the beauty, it’s an immense structure that seems fit for a kingdom, overlooking the sea and with a gigantic pool. We dive into the restaurant and ravage everything possible at the buffet, then there’s only time left for a hot shower and good night’s sleep.

Friday 11/25
The departure is scheduled for 7:30 am, and with the weather conditions of the previous day still fresh in our minds, the motorcycles are checked by the organization, which will do a control of the vehicles every evening intervening where necessary. And this goes for all of the motorcycles, not just those that have been rented; but the expected heat certainly isn’t here, instead, my Caponord’s thermometer reads just about 10 degrees.
We get gas, and begin the Marathon leg of 450 kilometers (all asphalt), necessary to get to Tozeur in the southern part of Tunisia. The guide is very “light-hearted” and after not pausing for 200 kilometers, we finally stop at Sbeitla where we visit some roman ruins, large and very well preserved, then lunch with the provisions brought by the organization, at a place near the entrance to the ruins.
We leave again for Tozeur. In the meantime, the temperature has gone up a little and I’m really happy to have brought along two helmets, one for the streets that I’m using now, and one for endurance, for the trails that will be part of the next few days. We begin to see an amazing view, similar to our South, but barer and more scarcely populated, the street is an endless joy of curves with a strongly gripping asphalt, an we even cross through towns that demonstrate a lack of westernization that we noticed in the North: carriages pulled by donkeys, rickety cars, rundown houses, street venders with things of all kinds, even tanks of under-priced gas piled one on top of the other on the curb, imagine what would happen if we ended up smashing into that!
We arrive at the hotel in Tozeur just slightly early. This will allow us to do things calmly and to enjoy a good swim in the covered, heated pool, while the organization busies itself outside in the cold with the check-up of our motorcycles (change of tires, tension chains, lube, general controls, etc).
After dinner we go to visit the Sahara museum and then we mingle in the cloister drinking the classic mint tea. Meanwhile in Tozeur, we’ve been joined by the Aprilia team from the Communications office with two photographers and a film person. We go to bed, tomorrow we’ll begin the off road part of the raid.

Saturday 11/26
Departure at 8:30 after the usual morning briefing, there’s enough time to put on the stickers with the new logo “ride me aprilia” on the bikes, the usual stop to gas up and then straight on, in the true sense of the word: the roads are directly into nothing, towards Chebica, the landscape now is truly that of the desert, few signs of human life, but the always present local police force that we find guarding mythical intersections.
After a trek, we arrive at an oasis with a view of the waterfalls. The atmosphere is very suggestive with the typical palms and the rivulets of water that run through you, too bad that the whole thing is surrounded by booths and venders that try to sell you stones and minerals, besides the usual merchant fare of the area, including scorpions and horned vipers (in glass jars).
We climb up to the summit and from here the panorama is truly unending, no presence of mankind can be seen in the vicinity and the straight drop down towards the red-brown land is uninterrupted. We go back to the parked motorcycles, which in the meantime have been watched over by the organization Tom42, passing through an old roman fort, one of many that we will find along our way. We move onwards towards Tamerza. The group winds along the trail in this formation: at the head, guide Adriano Furlotti (endurance and Dakar motorcyclist) on a very new Pegaso 650 Trail, then our motorcycles, with the sweeper Gianluca in the back with a Caponord RR, behind him the off road vehicle of Tom42 with the doctor and sometimes Elisa onboard, and closing the ranks is the Mercedes 6x6 for aid and assistance. When we pass by some intersections and rotundas, whether or not there is traffic, the local police stop the traffic to let us by in any and all situations.
Children and adults always say hello in a quite festive manner. If we stop, there’s always the usual throng of boys and girls that assail us to have or to sell us something even if it’s never in a an excessively abusive way; whoever has with him or her a pen or a candy distributes them among the kids and the gifts are always happily accepted.
On the street to Tamerza, we get to do a little off roading due to the construction sites in progress, we stop at another waterfall inside a small canyon and the Aprilia team takes advantage of the setting to film an advertisement with the Pegaso 650 Trail of Stefano Passeri, then it’s back to the same street to Tozeur. On the edge there are two strips of dirt and every once in a while someone wanders onto them: the desire to off road begins to take affect. Arrival in Tozeur, we leave the city and head toward the first trail, but before taking it on, we break for lunch with a “palmera party”, salami, parmesan cheese, tuna and other canned meats, fruit, water and sodas.
It’s the moment of our first, real African dirt road, we’re given the usual recommendations then, like in a special trial, we take off with a good distance between each other. The first stretch is made out of a surface similar to baby powder, then a little later a frightfully “toule ondule”. Once upon a time I allowed myself to use the same term for the corrugated dirt roads in Tuscany, but after this experience, never again!
The guide stops us, we aren’t adhering to the recommendations – passing each other at times and also going along in pairs; we take off again. The Caponord weighs slightly more than the Pegasos and therefore needs a higher speed to get over the toule ondule, so I place myself immediately behind the guide with Pietro who with the Pegaso will practically be a spare tire to Adriano for the whole trip. There’s wind, the road at times changes over from dirt to weak strips of sand, there are very few stretches what we drive seated, and with endurance clothing on, I’m having a great time.
We stop to admire a chott, but we don’t ride over it because it’s too outside our itinerary, so we keep going towards La Riguette where we’ll take on the first of our two scheduled bivouacs. The place most sheltered from the ever-present wind is chosen, the temperature is low, around 10 degrees. We get organized to set up camp, in the meantime we admire Stefano Passeri, multi world champion in endurance, which with the Pegaso 650 Trail drives on the sand as if he had a specialized vehicle.
We take care of the tents, then we stop a minute for an aperitif in the desert, these guys of Tom42 are fantastic, they’ve got everything with them: morellino, grappa, limoncello, whiskey, nuts, pistachios and to finish, the necessary and unfailing nutella. Even if we’re in the middle of nowhere, surrounded only by sand dunes, at the feet of the Bedouins that will stay with us for dinner, appears a fire around which we’ll drink their mint tea.
After the rich dinner of spaghetti, salami and cheeses, we go to warm up around the fire. It’s really cold, and the heat radiating from the flames makes us sleepy like a bottle of liquor. It’s one of the most beautiful moments, chatting freely under a sky full of stars, around us absolute darkness, framed by the dunes; we stay until the last little flame, then off to bed.
There’s nothing to say, the memories of the comfort of the Lella Baya are faraway, the sounds are those of snoring, everyone snores. I’m not used to sleeping in a sleeping bag, but I fall asleep easily anyway, tired from the long day, unfortunately I wake up in the heart of the night completely covered in sweat: the abundant libations have taken effect, and among other things, there’s not a lot of space in the tent, we put everything inside it fearing that we’d find our bags covered in sand and for us there isn’t even space to completely stretch out.

Sunday 11/27
Very slowly I fall back to sleep, then after an hour, I begin to hear the noise of zippers being opened, those who are up to see dawn, and I get up to see it, too. The silence is absolute, the clouds are black, violet and orange, the wind has ceased: it’s dawn, truly spectacular, I go back inside to get warm, then one at a time, we’re all outside. I don’t think I’ve slept more than 3 hours, it’s cold outside (for a change), without washing up we have breakfast (coffee, tea, hot chocolate, jam, fruit juice, pastries, the whole shebang, even espresso) then with some wet napkins, I do what I can, then we break down camp: the off-road to get to the set of Star Wars, in the middle of the desert, awaits us.
The film set is still pretty intact, you can really see the different sets where they filmed the various scenes of the two films of the saga. Unfortunately, the locations is by now well-known and there’s also a group of tourists that arrives in an huge SUV; after the usual photos, we get back in the saddle to do all in one go the off-road part of the trip, it will be one of the most fun for sure. We go off the principle track, the Caponord runs like a beauty, the surface is never insidious and I’m able to keep up a good average speed while driving safely. This will prove to be the best terrain for the Caponords.
We return to Tozeur, going back over the Chott el Jerid, a huge salt lake dried and ploughed in the middle of a long strip of asphalt. The program had scheduled the crossing doing the cap from a wp, but the season wasn’t right for us to enter into the center. We stop at the beginning, just enough to try out driving on an infinite white plain, it will be one of the strongest memories that I’ll always have with me; we take a picture near the carcass of an old abandoned bus, then it’s back to the asphalt.
To get to Douz, “the gates of the desert”, we have to take a different trail around the lake. We travel along the long straight lines of asphalt whipped by the wind almost as if it were a sandstorm, due to which we sometimes find the roadway covered with a thin veil. The motorcycles, passing over it, create a spectacular scene kicking up clouds of sand that the wind moves sideways. Times this effect by 20 and consider that on the road we were along and you can understand the uniqueness of this phenomenon.
At the gates of Douz we stop to eat in a characteristic place, then we do a little shopping at the local market and at the end we get to the hotel passing under the palms that produce dates. The palms are full, and they’re closed in nylon to protect them from rotting due to bad weather. At the hotel there’s even time to go and see the sunset from the dunes immediately in front of the building, there are those who, not satisfied with the ride of the day, take advantage of the extra time and rent a quad and ride on the dunes.
The dinner turns out to be a buffet up to the usual standard that we’ve already seen even in these conditions. We say good-bye to Gianluca who for previous engagements must abandon the party and go back to Italy the day after. I go to bed a little early, also because buildings here aren’t heated and the cold will be a constant factor even in Southern Tunisia; tomorrow we leave at 8:30 for the second bivouac on the pipeline for Ksar Ghilan.

Monday 11/28
With the motorcycles all checked out and under the control of the organizations of Tom42, we head out in the direction of Matmata, a place famous for the troglodyte houses carved out in the ground, also used for the second film of the Star Wars saga. It’s incredibly cold, 6 degrees, at most 9, we stop this test of strength to have a tea at the intersection crossing the pipeline, then we continue along asphalt. We visit Matmata and its troglodyte houses, accompanied by a local guide, the street to arrive is really beautiful, the asphalt with a grainy surface has a miraculous grip and the mountain landscape is really impressive.
We stop on the side of the road to break for lunch, in the meantime a bicycle race goes by. Those on the service care busy themselves by greeting us warmly, the same cyclists don’t hold back on the exchange of greetings; the street is clear and we’re off again in the direction of the pipeline for Ksar Ghilan, we stop before the oasis for the second bivouac scheduled in the raid program.
Finally we leave the asphalt, the track at the beginning is a long, winding dirt road where the horsepower of the Caponord make quick work of the road, then at a certain point we stop to locate a place to set up camp. To get to it, we have to leave the trail and travel over a few hundred meters in the middle of sand filled with insidious bushes, I throw myself among the first and climb with disinterest the pile of sand at the edge of the track, then follow the directions of Adriano (this raid was my first time on the sand) I try to make the motorcycle go as straight as I can, but a bush always “moves” suddenly into my trajectory and I take a nice dive onto the ground: it’s the first among many that, along with various other sand problems, that really put the group to the test.
Back in the saddle with Stefano’s help I ride on without problems to the camp, in the meantime the rest of the troop dove into the race to get to the bivouac. So it was tough work to get all the sand off us, and we laugh a lot and play like kids, then we get called back to order by Toni who recommends getting started on camp. So we repeat the ritual done at La Riguette, putting more space this time between each tent with the idea that we’ll sleep isolated in the desert.
The desert landscape is different, it seems like Arizona, American, with these bushes here and there; as well as the cold, as the sun sets I read 6 degrees on my Caponord thermometer and this makes me think that during the night it’ll be below zero. I decide to increase the bodily “insulation.” I go in the tent, and take off all my clothes and put on my “superpippo” jumpsuit: over that a fleece and winter sweatshirt, over those my motorcycle jacket, wool hat on my head and if I had had wool gloves I would’ve worn them, too!
After dinner we exchange the usual banter around the fire, the sunset was beautiful and the night equally as memorable: alone, isolated in the desert without even a Bedouin or a Berber to remind us where we are. I get into my sleeping bag, taking off only my pants and jacket, all the rest I leave on. And to think when were planning the raid we were worried about the heat…

Tuesday 11/29
The night of the second bivouac I’m able to sleep a lot more, let’s say 4 hours. In the morning there were those in a hurry to get up and almost everyone was outside and it was only 7 am. I try to resist as long as I can in the sleeping bag, then the necessity of peeing obliged me to join the morning people. We are all exited for the ride that awaits us, the legendary pipeline for Ksar Ghilan. Remembering the previous day’s cold, I get good and covered up, obviously this will be a huge mistake because it’s a beautiful day and the difficulties of the track will cause, finally, a good sweat.
After the usual briefing we go, this time there’s also Passari to lend and hand and he’ll show himself to be an exceptional person, of great humanity and always ready with advice for everyone, without weighing us down with his experiences. At the beginning of the track, it’s a similar ride to the day before, but then the sandy stretches start. Pietro, used to driving in the mud, doesn’t seem affected at all, and keeps the pace of the guide without a problem. I start to realize, even if I already knew, that the Caponord hit its limit on the soft terrains, I try to keep the pace on the first ones driving standing up, but another silly fall and I’m advised to proceed with caution.
Obviously, those riders out in front have the advantage because they don’t hit the tracks left behind by others, if your wheels end up on two different tire tracks, they invert, and it’s not easy to keep the motorcycle up, there are those who on the difficult stretches use the so-called “pawing” technique: first gear and your feet on the ground, then moving ahead slowly, slowly. In this way you go without falling, but it’s easy, at least with the Caponord, to get stuck in the sand.
The Pegasos go along ok, the almost 70 kilograms less in weight than the Caponord allow it to be more agile and it’s difficult to see the riders fall on these motorcycles. We arrive at a big uphill stretch at the end of the track, and there’s the possibility to go around it, Passeri comes up next to me and says “are you pissed off enough? Yes? Ok, then rev it in first and go without stopping!,” I try committed and I’m able to get to the top without getting stuck in the sand and without help, a pair with Caponords (Carlo Capirex and Davie di Palermo) try the fast approach but in then end they fall. It should be said, however, that that minutes they were standing up have us a great driving show and they earned their moment of glory. They both come from the off-road school with light bikes for endurance. And we can see how much it helps, oh how it helps!
Anyway, in the end the kilometers traveled are more or less forty, but to us it seems like a lot more and I would’ve continued again, maybe after a little relaxation. We arrive at the gates to the oasis, we get the group back together while Adriano goes to look for the best entrance, Ksar Ghilan is, in fact, in the middle of the desert and accessible only by sand trails. We take off again ready to get to the oasis.
The short stretch that separates us from the vegetation is practically an off track with all the low dunes, and the motorcycle sinks in the sand, but given that the big space around the stretches isn’t rideable; I give it some gas and stay on my feet, lightening up the back end I’m even able to enjoy myself, getting to the oasis without problems, but with great difficulty. For some, though, a little help from the organization is necessary, and they go back to get the ones left behind, the fatigue of the rest begins to be felt…
The oasis of Ksar Ghilan is just like you imagine it with the usual fantasy found in many films set in the desert. There are trees (palms and others) and a lot of green, the little lake with water rippled by sulfur, some camels to add to the scene, the local stands and an amazing structure, where we’ll go to get ourselves together: they are the Berber tents of the hotel. It would be best here to clarify what I mean, given that the word tent doesn’t quite do it: the hotel is full-service (reception, restaurant, kitchen) with walls, the rooms are instead made out of huge separate tents with a normal floor on the inside, a nice queen size bed, a single bed, a corner to relax and a bathroom with a shower, very comfortable. The whole thing refreshed by a modern air conditioner.
You can therefore imagine our relief after a hard day on the bivouac under zero! We quickly get ourselves situated in our tents, and in a small group, including Luca and I, we dive into the thermal lake. It’s something that to not do it would be like going to Paris and not seeing the Eiffel tower or anything like that: the sensation is amazing, the water remains at a temperature of about 35 degrees, the floor is natural and seems like having a silky, comfortable floor beneath your feet, and there’s even a nice current.
While we’re enjoying the amazingly relaxing moment, another little group goes by, that despite the fatigue of the day, want to go on quads at the edge of the oasis. We stay in the water for a good 40 minutes, then as if it weren’t enough, on the way back to the hotel we dive into the green pool of the hotel. A swim then it’s off to the showers.
At this point, the program has scheduled for us to go see the sunset from a roman fort just outside the oasis. We use the SUVs of Tom42. While we go up and down the dunes, a small group of professional endurance riders go by on the sand; suddenly we see two motorcycles whiz by, they’re our two crazy friends Stefano and Adriano that with the 2 Pegaso 650 Trail not specialized and in addition without Rawlplugs, traveling “flying”. You can see the helmets turn as they follow them with a stare, they must have asked themselves “but what kind of motorcycles are those?!?” Arrival at the fort and there’s the 6x6 truck that’s waiting for us and that makes an impression, the usual types ask us if it belongs to us and when they get an affirmative answer they remain a little surprised. Then we watch Adriano and Stefano who are filming with the group here from Noale for that purpose, they put on such a show that we should’ve charged for tickets. Obviously we don’t tell those who are driving, this way we enjoy it more! After a race between Passeri and Furlotti on an “impossible” uphill, we decide to head back to the oasis. Some people walk a part of the way on foot: walking in the desert always has its charm. We get together at dinner and then to the bar where we have so much fun we don’t even feel tired. We’re happy with the weather, it seems to be definitely back to nice, and we go to bed happy to know that the next day we’ll go back over the same track coming here. But we don’t know what really awaits us….

Tuesday 11/30
As I’m sleeping which was a wonderful thing, I get woken up by a noise. It’s not Luca, who snores, but a storm, a really bad one. I say to myself, we are 600 kilometers to the south, lost in the desert and it’s raining? I resign myself to the idea and lulled by the sound of the rain on the tent I go back to sleep. Unfortunately the storm gets worse and at a certain point I hear a noise that makes me suspicious, a certain “crack” inside the tent. Against my will, I decide to get up to make sure the rain isn’t getting in, Luca, on the other hand, has gone back to sleep, lucky him!
I put my feet on the floor and another “crack” makes me understand that we are “sinking”: I had put my clothes on the other little bed, and now they are soaked with water, I wake up Luca and together we check everything. The situation isn’t too bad, we save what we can and go back to bed, obviously we’ll stay asleep the whole night and in the morning never stop! We hear from the other nearby tents that some people have it worse, like boots filled with water, we force ourselves up and with the victims of the rain go to breakfast. Then we resign ourselves to heading out under water.
Luca Turini’s motorcycle fell in the night, with the water the kickstand gave out, and there was damage to the front cowl and left mirror. We head out in a line. The oasis sand, beat down from the passing of many vehicles, has become like mud; I’ve never been so happy to have put on the Rawlplugs, I’m in the lead group and we’re able to get to the exit without problems. But we can’t see the others arrive: a silly fall by Daniele slowed them down. We get all together before dealing with the track of ride of the day before.
In the end, outside the oasis is great, the rain has compacted the sand and therefore there’s no dust and you only sink a little. Who would’ve thought to find sand like this? We drive happily, having a ton of fun, and, without ever stopping, we get to the stretch where my Caponord gets back all of its agility. We head for the coast, stopping at a Ksar and, after getting some information, decide to add a famous war museum. Here the exhibits illustrate what happened in the famous battle between the local troops and those of the ace commander, General Rommel.
After a break for lunch, we get back on our motorcycles and head toward Mhares, where we get lodging in a hotel near the sea. There’s also time, for who wants, to try out the new Pegaso 650 Trail on the asphalt, then at dinner Toni hands out the worksheets to report on the raid, since we were nearing the end. A lot of laughter and drinking what was left of the alcohol supply brought by the organization, in the end, it’s back to bed again in a cold and not very comfortable room, but the area doesn’t offer much better.

Thursday 12/1
In the morning the usual cloudy sky accompanies us along the last transfer trip towards Tunis, we head for El Jem where there’s a roman amphitheater, it has stopped raining, but the cover of gray sky makes us seem like we’re somewhere else, the amphitheater is well conserved and really beautiful, it has 30,000 seats (the one in Rome has 45,000) and unlike the Coliseum, you can go underground, where at one time the wild animals came through to get to the arena, there are also various rooms where the “dead” got ready, and it’s like being back in time when roman emperors ruled the world...
Some pictures are taken then we continue to Hamm met, and we know the adventure is about to end, the desert, still close, seems incredibly faraway, we arrive in the city, very Mediterranean with it’s being situated on a gulf, fishing boats, the beach, with a still gray sky overhead, we leave our motorcycles, and we have a free day to see the medina making some purchases, I throw myself into the market as well, sometimes exhausted, but it’s a part of the traditions and customs of these people.
We have lunch in a restaurant near the medina, try a pizza that without praises or infamy, ends up in my stomach, then a walk in the modern city and then back to the motorcycles for our final destination: Tunis; like when we went, we hit water, situations that by now are really monotonous, the guide in the dark and in the middle of traffic is exhausting, a short pause for the last stocking up at a low price and then we get to the port, usual procedures, then hurry it up, and a little after 8 pm we’re on the boat which is the same as when we arrived, time enough to have dinner, chit chat at the bar, then off to bed.

Friday 12/2
Today, a monotonous day awaits us, passing the time until we arrive at Genoa, we slept well, this time the heat was on and really it was even too hot, we pass the time downloading photos from all the cameras into the Maurizio’s flybook ending up with almost 3.5 Gb of Hard Drive, there’s little to tell: lunch, afternoon nap, a delay of two hours, which makes us think of how the Italian weather reports aren’t very favorable, after dinner we prepare to get off the boat and dressed for “war” we suffer a lot from this immeasurable heat.
Just off the boat, we hit a storm, rain with gusts of wind, it’s cold and the streets get longer, I won’t bore you with details of the return home, I’ll just give you the statistics: off the boat at 11:30, between the gathering of bags in La Spezia and getting on the highway, I arrive home at 3 am Saturday morning (for less than 200 kilometers), in some moments on the viaducts of the highway, I gave it some gas, and I wondered what those riding in their cars thought about us going by…
Finally at home, and nearly in a thermal crisis, a hot shower and a cup of caffe latte gets me back into shape, a good night’s sleep in a hot and comfortable bed at home will be the best cure!

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