But it is not as impossible as some people thought.
Since leaving China in June I have made some fairly intense journeys, considering distance or time or both. Such as riding the train for seven days over 9,000 kilometers across Russia. I could have just as easily flown over the continent saving time and even a little bit of money. But flying is like driving through an extremely long tunnel, looking out of the window you don't get to see much. Although many people figure I could have spent the extra time exploring more of Moscow, how many people can say they have watched the entirety of the Russia countryside cruising past their eyes. That means a lot to me and my feeling towards travel. I feel the same goes for choosing to ride my bike from Vicenza, Italy to Munich, Germany. It took the same amount of time as the Tran-Siberian Railroad did, but only to cross 477 kilometers. But despite hardships and mishaps, I can't think of a greater way of spending seven days of my vacation.
Plus how many people can say they cycled through the Alps on their polo bike?? Not many I bet.
7/19/12 (Rini's House, Bassano, Italy)
Day 1 [Yesterday] was very easy, just 40km or less in lovely weather. not getting lost or going over any huge hills. The touring handle bars Stefano and I put on to add comfort are more uncomfortable than the polo bars. Today I will adjust the angle of the bars and raise the stem a bit and hope it si better, if not tomorrow I go back to the polo bars. Shifting the weight of the luggage a bit. I'll wear the backpack with a few things in it, put the tent on the front rack.... I still have way too much stuff, going uphill will be impossible without walking, but the only things I could get rid of to significantly reduce the weight are my tools, which I need, my tent, which I need, or my computer which I want. Or I could get rid of absolutely all of my clothing, but I am still worried that once I camp up around Innsbruck [Austria] it will be so cold that I'll need to wear every article of clothing I have while sleeping. Today is 80km to Trento, camp on the lake, or stay at Laura's friend's house.
7/20/12 (Joseph's House, Trento Italy)
So Joseph is the ex-boyfriend of Julia who was friends with Laura who is dating Stefano, quite a few degrees of separation, but he still hosted this dirty polo bum and showed great hospitality, introducing new friends, making amazing dinner, taking me out drinking and offered up his house. He just left for work and let me here alone to take my time and relax. The hospitality of the Italians is amazing, without which I would not have gone far in the last few weeks.
The adjustments I made to the bike yesterday worked well. Raising the stem, adjusting the angle of the bars, taking the the weight off of the front rack for better steering. It was 80km from Bassano to Lake Caldonone. There were small streets winding through Italian villages tucked between walls of mountains following the river upstream. Flowers and flags of the region hanging from all of the balconies, it was a colorful and beautiful scene. I made it to the lake after 6 hours of riding. I went for a swim and laid in the sun while my muscles rested. I had planned on camping next to the lake, but Laura surprised me saying she found me a place to stay in Trento (I didn't even know she was looking) the problem was Trento was another 20km away on the far side of a huge mountain. One could go north or south around it and it was still 20km. but what I didn't know is the southern route was 600 meters of climbing while the north was a much easier incline... I went south, and got lost somehow! Ended up climbing up a different mountain even further south, but in the end it added only 10 extra kilometers, but all the extra climbing did a good job of spoiling what was before a perfect day of cycling. I even lost my favorite black cycling cap. I know exactly when and where it fell off of my bike, but by the time I noticed it was already 2km behind me down the hill. There was no way in hell I was going back for it, because there was no way in hell I was going to climb 2km back up the mountain.
Tomorrow should be an easy day to Bolzano. 50km north along the river with no hills to speak of. There I can meet Danielle, a cycling guru who is friends with the Vicenza polo guys as well as friends with Morgan. He'll help me plan my attack of the Alps.
|BICI & AGRICULTURA 'Cycling and Agriculture' |
Most of the cycling paths through Italy
cut through farmers lands.
7/20/12 Bolzano, Piazza Matteotti
Uneventful day of riding. Took about 5 hours to go 50kn including breaks and my first flat of the tour. There is something wrong with my back rim because I keep having blow-outs in the same spot, but when I inspect itI can't find anything wrong. In Bolzano I need to get a spare tube as well as glue for my patch kit. Once I rolled into the city I checked a map to find the closest city square. I've learned most squares have food, beer and coffee close by and they are good landmarks to navigate or meeting spots. I have texted Danielle and let him know I've arrived and now just waiting to hear back while drinking cans of beer from the kebap stand and relaxing.
This region of Italy is very interesting. All the signs are in Italian as well as German. It is one of Italy's 5 autonomous regions. I've heard the people would love to be a part of Austria again like it was 100 years ago, but apparently the Austrians don't want them back...
|Peanut butter and dry oats.|
Good quick snack.
|Cycling paths even have tunnels|
7/21/12 Vipinteno, Italy. 7pm
Shit did today suck. Rain, flat tires, confusing as hell directions, head winds. Combination of 4 days biking all taking their toll on various parts of my body, just to get to this crappy little town, one that shuts down at 6pm on a Saturday, one that doesn't have a supermarket, or even an mediocre market so I can buy some beer. I have to camp tonight and I don't know where exactly, I'm saving that headache for later tonight. Now there is nothing to do but drink crap beer that costs way too much from a little cafe. F@*&. Only three more days till Munich. Today was hump day. Tomorrow I cross into Austria, and after tomorrow it's down hill into Germany.
These are the days that I am embarrassed by how I react. I get way too easily angry and frustrated.
7/27/12 Munich, Germany
[Tour Days 7/22 through 7/24]
That night in Vipinteno I found a small forest on the edge of town right next to the cycling path. I sat in the trees for a while reading waiting for it to get dark before setting up my tent. I don't know why but I was very paranoid that night about someone finding my tent in the middle of the night and messing with me. Just paranoia. to one side of the woods was a parking lot with a small kebap/pizza stand. They were closed when I came in, but they would still sell me some beers. The rest of the evening I sat back and relaxed. That night was miserable. IT was the first night I camped the whole tour. Even wearing all my clothes and wrapped in my Ikea blanket I froze half to death [I didn't have a sleeping bag on the tour] It was so hard to fall asleep, and if I were lucky enough to, I would wake back up soon after.I think I woke up 4 times... The only upside to these sleepless camping nights is that I am up early the next day and start biking soon after i clean up camp.
That morning of Day 5 I was on the road again at 7:20am. Miserably pushing on like a zombie. It would be another day of rain and bitter winds, plus the steepest climbs of the whole trip. But apart from the days hardships it was one of the most beautiful rides. Between spats of rain the sun would creep through the mist and send rainbows arching across the vallies below. The cycling path lead me deep into the mountains far from the highways and roads. For hours I was totally alone, not even others cyclists because I started out so early. After four hours of battling the the most bitter struggle with the Alps I made it to Brenner, the last city in Italy before Austria, and to my delight, the peak of the mountain. It was all down hill from here.
Getting into Innsbruck was gorgeous. It is tucked between two walls of mountains. In the city center I found some beer and just sat for a while waiting for the hostel to open at 5. I was too exhausted to move or explore the city. I couldn't bike another inch if I wanted to , and even if I walked around I still had to carry all my luggage on my back. No. I would sit, I would drink and I would people watch. I met two interesting people from Iceland. They were in a rock band on a European Tour, but they had run out of money and were stranded in Innsbruck for 5 days trying to make enough money for gas and food by selling their CD to tourists. I saw them for two hours but that didn't sell one CD. Looks like they'll be sleeping in the gas-less van another night. On the tour I planned on relying only on camping or crashing with friends. But i knew no one in Innsbruck and after the freezing sleepless night in Vipiteno there was no way I could risk a second night in a row, or I might not have been able to make it anywhere the next day due to pure exhaustion. At the hostel I found hotshowers, food, clean beds and another travelers to talk to . I met two cyclists who were riding the opposite direction as me. We exchanged maps and tips about the roads ahead.
DAY 6If day 5 was the roughest of climbing, day 6 was the roughest just for distance. That day I completed 110km from Innsbruck to Rosenheim, Germany. There was nothing too special about the ride. Cycling paths started up again just outside of Innsbruck, and it was all flat through agricultural fields. It did get confusing once in Germany because the signs for cycling paths change, and the German bike routes are a lot more complex than the Austrian and Italian.
People suggested that I stop in and stay in Kufstein, the last city in Austria, but it was 2 in the afternoon when I arrived there. To stop then just seemed like I'd be wasting the afternoon, plus I really wanted to get into Germany. I figures the further I got into Germany I got that night, the less I would have to ride the next and day, the final day, to Munich.
I finally got into Rosenheim, another city that closes all of its shops a half hour before I show up. I found a pizzaria close to a park that I decided to sleep in later that night. The owner was Italian and he was kind enough to entertain the poor Italian I learn the month before. He was happy to see and American on such an ambitious cycling tour. It seemed like he used to be a cyclists as well. We chatted about my trip for a while. I read and drank until it got dark then I went back to the park to set up my tent. The Italian gave me a discount on my beer, filled my water bottle and wished me luck.
Sleeping outside that night wasn't nearly as cold as before, but without a sleeping bag or mat it is hard to get comfortable. I was awake by 5am and figured that was as much sleep as I would get. I was packed and cycling towards Munich by 6:30am. It was agony. I felt like I had not slept a single minute. Six days of riding had taken their toll. My body had not recovered and I wasn't sure where it was getting fuel from. But I just kept crawling along. For two hours I wasn't moving any faster than 10km/hour. My neck was cramped from holding my head up. Nerves in my back were pinched under the weight of my backpack. My arms were exhausted from supporting my torso and the palms of my hands were bruised and raw. My lower back was stiff as a board. Besides the dull ache and creaks in my knees and ankles, everything below my waist to my feet was completely numb, and I swear my toes had long since fallen off my foot and were just rattling around in the bottom of my shoes. But still I was able to mindlessly push on. It was only 60 more kilometers to Munich but it took me 6 hours to get there. There was a bit of confusion as I got closer to Munich. Looking at my map printed online, I had mistaken the small suburbs of the city as totally different cities. I was biking for an hour getting angry that all signs indicating how far it was to Munich had vanished before I realized I had already arrived!
I made it. I was in Munich and now I just had to get through this labyrinth of a city to the city center, the place where I realized long ago was my best bet to find internet, food, coffee and beer all in one spot. Finally I was in touch with my contact. A polo player from New York who'd been living in Munich for 7 years. He was also friends with Morgan, but as I am finding out, there aren't many polo players around the world who aren't friends with my brother.
Not long after I was sitting on the steps of the Bavarian 'Statue of Liberty' eating a pretzel, drinking a beer from the oldest brewery in Europe and watching a construction crew assemble the miniature city that will soon become the center of the Oktoberfest celebrations in three months. Well if that is not a perfect intro to Bavaria I don't know what is.