Apparently a lot sweeter than the one from Bagno to Florens.
This ride had it all. I am out of adjectives. On one single ride I fell in love with Tuscany. Houses with stonework to die for. Sweeping serpentine roads out of Camaiore against a lush backdrop of green.
This ride had it all. I am out of adjectives. On one single ride I fell in love with Tuscany. Houses with stonework to die for. Sweeping serpentine roads out of Camaiore against a lush backdrop of green.
Water trickled, gushed, fell and swirled at almost every turn in the road. And it didn't stop there.
Once we had done most of the days climbing we reached a village by the name of Fiano. On the way here an annoying ambulance siren wailed its way closer and louder up the hill towards us. It passed and continued its journey up in to the green. Some 15 minutes later I passed the now silent ambulance, its back doors wide open with a nurse standing guard. Through a narrow pathway between to rows of houses on the hillside, the ambulance crew carried out an old woman laying peacefully on a blankett. Suddenly death felt very close, and my thoughts went to the children and families who are blighted by cancer ...
Yet further on the hillside, incredibly enough I was met with a big dose of HOPE: An enormous angel had been handpainted on the road beside the village church, passing this just minutes after an ambulance crew had brought out the body of an elderly lady who I thought had passed on ... and then the siren started up again as the ambulance made its way back down the hill .... A realisation: Surely it wouldn't do that if the old lady had passed on right?
Once we had done most of the days climbing we reached a village by the name of Fiano. On the way here an annoying ambulance siren wailed its way closer and louder up the hill towards us. It passed and continued its journey up in to the green. Some 15 minutes later I passed the now silent ambulance, its back doors wide open with a nurse standing guard. Through a narrow pathway between to rows of houses on the hillside, the ambulance crew carried out an old woman laying peacefully on a blankett. Suddenly death felt very close, and my thoughts went to the children and families who are blighted by cancer ...
Yet further on the hillside, incredibly enough I was met with a big dose of HOPE: An enormous angel had been handpainted on the road beside the village church, passing this just minutes after an ambulance crew had brought out the body of an elderly lady who I thought had passed on ... and then the siren started up again as the ambulance made its way back down the hill .... A realisation: Surely it wouldn't do that if the old lady had passed on right?
I kept promising myself not to take out my mobile phone to take another picture, almost every new turn in the road offered something new and breathtaking. Undoubtedly the best ride I have ever done in my life!
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| Devils bridge at Ponte de Maddelena |
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| Same bridge another view - Up or Down? It's up |
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