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Day 18 Day 12

After the last post in mind with all the curiosity for the country we are going to esplolare. Now it 's almost a week through the street in the Albanian mountains to the sea by passing to the chaotic city and timeless villages. And even if we begin to understand something, the questions are many and the desire to discover is only increasing. We have a boundless

Pogrodec, always on the Ohrid lake, and immediately the difference between the two countries was evident. From the Customs, the border policemen, with those Macedonians who advises us not to do the insurance for the bike-in Albania, that is enough to pay the cops if they are stories. Instead, those Albanians simply do not have it controlled insurance. And our insistence on an official has admitted that it had modules to make it, that maybe will help us in the nearby town '. Then we begin to drive on rough road and overlooking the lake is not insured.

The city is' actually a paesinao by 12,000 inhabitants, however, Mueve constantly in the car with the radio loud and screaming in the streets, seem 10 times as many. We thought that everyone here speak Italian, thanks to the TV, but it is not true. Only a few are able to understand and just talk a lot simple. I am not able to give directions like left / right. And this will be a constant: only the exiles who live in Italy speak Italian, and this', however, the only language in which you can build a rudimentary dialogue. We meet once

Ezio (and who knows how to name it?), Who emigrated to commit to a leather shop in Florence, which here acts as boss of the country, one that money and he does see them, returned for the funeral of grandmother, who offers us coffee, providing us with valuable information. For example, warns us, mingling himself, which some here still use the old course of the currency, equal to new but multiplied by 10: and now, to buy a road map we see the delirious situation in which even the Albanians are wrong. After a little 'eye on prices and we will not confuse us more. We strongly advise against doing the mountain road we had planned: it says that and, ugly, unsafe, with work in progress and that even the locals do. We think about a bit 'and we take the same spot, where appropriate, to retrace our steps.

And our choice is a winner. The road and 'rough, all humps, bumps and whether ministries, but with patience we face at low speed. The average travel over the next two days will be less than 30km / h, according to the onboard computer. We are rewarded with amazing scenery, boundless and bare hills and mountains dotted with bunkers (Spiegheremo. ..) donkeys and cows that keep us company, treaquilli villages.

cross the mountains sleeping in the only inn within tens of kilometers and approdiamoa Gjirokastra.

Then we drive to the blue sea of \u200b\u200bcsota north of Saranda, where between baths, sun, reading, and grilled fish spend two full days.

And now we have arrived at Berat, a striking beauty, even more characteristic of Gjirokastra, all of white stone wood edition. It seems to be in a ltra era.

If you do not get out of here within 10 seconds the Leo bites me from hunger. So the next time!

ENRICO

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Uhhhh, that effort!

We arrived in Ohrid, Macedonia on town-namesake lake on the border with Albania-. With all the NL Nederlands, that only a small town 'Macedonian tourist can have (do you remember, right?). To get here we had a series of discrete events, but I would say that so far we have had only small mistakes (a sleepless night in Belgrade, some problems of digestion, muddy roads or dirt roads, the risk to remain dry. ..) We were prepared for much bigger problem! Now we will stop for

riodinare few days to rest and the memories that last few days have been a bit 'overlapping in the head. In hindsight it would have taken at least one week for each of the states we passed through. It 's not that we are running, only that we are tasting a lot of nice places, and we seem to always leave a little-too soon. And each time with a nostalgic and probably frustrated about going back in the future.

The fact 'that the trip should have the same running time of the trip by bicycle: the fact that it could move quickly and not' necessarily an advantage if the distance increases proportionally with the speed '. However, we became fast to attach and remove the tent, we make regular checks to our means (we have everything you need, including a liter of oil) and handle the bike like a scooter in the penetrations of the chaotic city 'Balkan.

Among the-other, here the majority of cars have Italian plate. Indeed, the Veneto. What everyone seems to have some piece of Italian family in the north east, and now they are all back for the holidays. This allowed us to chat with local characters. 'Cause if you do not speak Italian, here and' absolutely impossible to understand and be understood, it verbally, in writing it: even the Cyrillic alphabet, with its fake-affinity with the Roman alphabet and the enormous differences between letters uppercase and lowercase letters, and 'still a puzzle for us!

Pero 'too involved to create the feeling of being in places remote and exotic, beautiful and to explore. The choice of route, and 'was happy in this sense: Slovenia, Austria Balkans, clean, orderly, where many speak Italian, rapidly moving to Croatia, a little' more 'rude, but still related to the customs of Europe, through Serbia, the first real taste of the spirit of the Balkans, and then in Macedonia, first in the north, in the capital Skopje, big city 'from the ancient heart, that gently wakes you up at 5 am with the phrases sung by the mosques (unforgettable atmosphere), and now in the south, bitter and burnt by the sun, ready to jump into l-Albania.

Who knows 'how will'?
ENRICO

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Day 5, Ljubljana Things


Dobrodošli to you all!

Here and just wound up the tension of waiting for the documents of the bike. Yes, because we started equipped at all points, having also different style check list to check you do not leave anything at home. In fact, the documents of the bike - all - stayed at home ... So a big thanks to Marti and Co that are activated quickly and efficiently to organize an international expedition to the limits of physics: Cazzago SM - Ljubljana net in 48 hours!

Now there remains only to recall the route mileage that we have left behind spouses from Grana ... I take this opportunity to appeal Journal: You may kindly send us the stages with the miles to my mail?

Fixed all these little problems we are now ready to start in earnest. Of course, we just found ... I know that back in September, and shorts on one wheel. For even if Leo is a little more 'trusted me, it is little appreciable difference.

quickly a couple of information about the trip so far. Three days on Lake Bohinj: nice, very quiet, but a bit 'too touristy. Attractions in low season, amgari in autumn, when the fog underlie the surrounding mountains, and housing in one of the houses with flowers dsui balconies, as in Austria. The water of an incredible blue, perhaps because at the bottom of white limestone.

Then, to move this far, we have chosen to avoid the highway. Even the main roads. And even the secondary roads. In fact we covered about 20 km on a dirt trail ... ok, ok, was not expected: on the map that we showed a better road in the mountains. I was a bit 'worried about the slick tires and the fact it felt like driving on ice, but everything went well. We took that as a test case for Albanians in the streets.

Then, arriving at the capital with the bike in perfect working order and without further disruption. Accommodation in the hostel housed in a prison (scenic, and then sleep in a cell!). Afternoon and evening around the town 'looking for, in the few hours available, to immerse ourselves in its atmosphere. And not at all picturesque tourist center of the lanes. Panoramic Castle, but revised with cement and iron structures questionable. Nap in the Tivoli park with a lovely breeze that caresses the grass and us. Dinner at a restaurant where Karst parlucchiano also Italian. Leo, as usual, she gets caught by the feeding frenzy-bevereccia. Results if? We eat like pigs and we still have room in a bag with the meat grilled advanced. Do not tell you the aroma of our room this morning ... garlic and meat ... and not even slept alone!

Now load the bike (1 hour rated) and departure to Zagreb.

Hello, hello,

ENRICO
and
LEO

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You again! This is the official excuse by which I decide to take some time updating the blog. Where? Read more below ... first two rows on the past.

What has happened in recent months (ie from days spent in San Francisco)? Everything, of course. Things that made me happy and things that made me think. As periodically happens to me I stuck nell'asfissiante rotuine and empty daily. Funny how in my head to the concept of routine is not associated with the idea of \u200b\u200bboredom and repetition, but rather the idea of \u200b\u200bparoxysmal activity and always different, which leaves breath. For me it always has been. However, I left with the means that I have learned to use. Cause and outcome of this situation was also the search of the house, which ended a few days with the definition of the date of the deed: September 11 at 11. It will be prophetic?

The purchase of the house. An important step. As someone told me: "put a brick in the most in my life." A risk. A necessity. An investment. Bah. To me none of this.

positive feelings: it is my home. I really struggled to find it, it is hidden, but I have unearthed. And I own choice. And 'that I had in mind. Absolutely no doubt, from the beginning. And every extra minute that passes I only have confirmation. Last night, after having finished cleaning the floors to the 1: 30 I was just going to sleep. So, on the floor without mattress. I gave up because I had the car in no parking. It 's a fixed point, a reference. After exactly one year since I left my last house I have a great need. And the need has increased in recent months since the idea of \u200b\u200bwhere to stop and build something more lasting I am not so remote.

The only negative feeling I had to get off to a compromise with my freedom to choose how to organize life in the near future. In short, if you decide to move to South America, probably the bank does not take a very positive ... I try to convince me that there is still nothing definitive, nothing binding, but in reality I feel that is not true.

However everything is still too new, I need to metabolize the event. It would take just three weeks of vacation ...

And indeed we leave Friday, August 7. The plural. Who childbirth this time? They should see the photo up here, enlarge it: you see it in my right eye (which pictured at left). In the other eye sees the bike ... the other traveling companion.

Destination: Vicenza! The first night. To tap the hospitality of the wives Stefano and Federica. A meeting will be a new discovery, after they have changed a bit 'of things for everyone. We will discuss a road trip, those facts, especially of those to be done next fall. Amarone that I've got around in my head for too long!

And then? Balkans. From Slovenia, through the Julian Alps, Ljubljana, Zagreb, Novi Sad, Belgrade, and then down through Kosovo to Macedonia, Skopje, to trespass Finally in Albania, where it reaches the climax of the trip with the pristine beaches of the south, near Saranda. In

tent.

Many unknowns. I know well that tension generated by the awareness of the difficulties we are going against. But everything is calcoltato, the stages are defined, we have organized. And everything is open to modification, afterthought, stages, times and destinations. It 'exactly what I seek: the satisfaction of a strong curiosity, to be implemented through a powerful experience, to feel on the skin, even at the cost of bringing home a scar.

I heard this morning a radio deejay say that the journey by motorbike is the initiatory journey par excellence. I do not know if I agree. Even the bicycle trip I think that aspires to the title. It is certainly more physically demanding and requires a special dedication, attention to themselves by the moments that take your mind that you are experiencing. But the trip is even (especially?) self-seeking.

At the same time we know that the Balkans will submerge all kinds of stimuli, more than what could happen on the dry Andean atypical. So much is not to be too focused on diet and altitude sickness. And finally, this time, rather than the pursuit of "self", there will be a search for "us" ...

I hope to update the blog every now and then, to send home live thoughts and images as fresh fruit, freshly picked. And will wait anxiously every comment or greeting from home, in the hope (delusion?) To share some scrap this journey with you all you read.

A hug,

ENRICO

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home and San Francisco, day 2 ...

As you can see in the picture up here, we're not wasting time. Despite the obvious Samson under the eyes to both, we climbed a lot today, at the gym of course. Although the picture does not appear, I swear it was pulling more than Fabio '! Let me tell you.

The journey of the past and 'get away. Clear that almost 15 hours between planes and airports are being felt, but 'we were lucky enough to find travel companions curious with which to chat. Landed in San Francisco, a little 'stunned for the time, there has been surprised by the weather: you almost reach 30C, warm breeze and steady. It's fine, just need get used to the sudden change of season.

We settle in the hostel, great, nice (perhaps the best place I've been) a lot of girls think we are the only males, and we do not know why '. However, the structure and 'vintage, perfectly kept, clean, with a fantastic kitchen (induction hobs, work benches made of laminated wood), everything looks new.

nap and patrol the area. Dinner by real maricones on Pier 1, tacos with meat for both. You return to Mason Street, where the hostel is by taking the cable car, the typical cable cars of San Francisco: fun being on the platform attached to the lower pole while the tram is moving in the streets. We pass to a nightclub and we are both appalled by the customers. All boys around 20 years, micro tank tops, embracing and kissing in two, or three small groups.

Ok, we knew that San Francisco was the capital of homosexuality 'American and perhaps the world, but' a scene so 'do not the wait, especially for the age' of the protagonists. In any case, nothing bad, just takes some getting used to the idea.

We sleep in taste. Up at 3:30, when our hypothalamus decides it 'time to wake up. I can get my sleep until 6:30. Fabio is more 'hard work with his riaddormentera and not 'more'.

Hearty breakfast (only butter and jam: we were expecting bacon and eggs!) Included in the price of the bed, then we go to rent a bike, with which we plan to move to the next day. Go through downtown, and Fishermann Rushian Hill Wharf. The districts are characteristic, with its low houses and colorful, wide roads and in all ups and downs. And up and down: after climbing a few hills are now trying to avoid them, run around, 'cause at the end of day so the hills are from 100 thousand meters of altitude, and feel.

The bikes are performative city bike with a fork. Load backpack on the rack with the material to break both climbing and bungee cords immediately. We'll keep it on the back for the rest of the day. To get to the gym that we have chosen to cross the city 'from north to south. It 'Monday', but there is no 'traffic. People and 'quiet, you see many people jogging, skating that. It seems that they are all on vacation. You can tell 'cause in the States of California and' seen as a happy island for holidays and relaxed life.

reach with some difficulty 'gym. We are required to demonstrate that they are able to tie knots and make sure, passed the exam with flying colors. The gym 'gigantic, the most' great to have ever seen. Walls of 10/12 feet, arches, overhangs and slabs, Bulder area that looks like a maze. Hundreds of paths laid, of all grades. We begin by cautious 5.9 (do not know the American degrees), then increased to 5.10a, b, c, d and finally 5.11a. And there 'we stop. At least now we found out what 's our level in American gyms. There remains the (big) question of how to grade environment.

Let's take a break to eat a taco truck in front of the gym, here I speak English with the "cook" and that 'Mexican: we are both in trouble' with the English. Then start over with a few long road, abdominal and shower.

You go to the sea by passing the baseball stadium, is closed. Everything clean and tidy, has nothing to do anything with our stadiums. Do you see (or rather, I know) two photovoltaic plants in the stands and on a bus shelter in front. Around the corner is' the port with thousands of sailboats. We stop to drink at a fountain.

We get to REI store of material to be climbing. We buy friends, nuts, carabiners, and other accessories that cost much more in Italy 'here. Satisfied we go back in hostel. We sleep a little 'and go to the grocery store in superbiologico. The result is' that to make us a pasta with tuna and two fillets with mustard spend 35 €. Pero 'Good. And it 'fun to be looked at with curiosity' from all avventrici hostel you eat Chinese food bowls (What is that? Mmm, smells good ...).

Now I'm ready to go to sleep, I hope for a whole night. Fabio was already asleep ': his hypothalamus and perhaps now' But first synchronized with the Sun 'a couple of thoughts.

1) for now we can not confirm the cliché that Americans see fat and lazy. Here are a lot of people are moving in every way and really fat people you have never seen it around.

2) there are no Hummer, one sees many more 'on the streets of Brescia in San Fran. There are many hybrid cars like Toyota Prius, but also many others in Europe do not exist. Just pick up some hypertrophic.

3) tomorrow we go to the beach 'cause I'm very tired!

'night

ENRICO

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between 30 seconds to go and take the train. I feel light!

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I realized that I have more pictures. For too long, I stopped to photograph, and so I am not material to illustrate my thoughts. It 'a shame, I like to photograph, and then try to start over. And it's an excuse to go for a stroll, day or night, without a goal, following geometric patterns, lights, pictures, looking for the right perspective to represent a part of the city. Or life.

's post tonight I have grown. I found a number of ideas I've collected and kept by the children as they do with the colored pebbles in the sea, and I thought they were really good together, I could arrange for the readers (and me) a nice trip, almost dream. I would talk about spring, the desire to do and the desire to be idle. I would talk about rain and sun, cold, snow and sand. The mountains and the sea. Instead, today I got a surprise. Of the real ones. Of those stop you in your thoughts.

I'm full of happiness, feeling great and intimate. That's good. So it all makes sense. Our suffering, despair, the cold dark months and now they have a reason: the point of view goes away and all this becomes just a detail of a painting big and colorful. Of life going on, challenging and surprising.

I can not write more, I could not have the discretion and sensitivity to tell my feelings without making sense of what it is. And I'm crying.

I'll be there forever.

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Iron And

This photo is of Lu Wei, a friend who lives in Beijing and with whom I shared the crazy and unforgettable days during the last trip to China.


Iron is a strange material. It 'an important raw material. It 's the basis of virtually all the machines that man has conceived. Yet, by itself, does not serve anything at all. It rusts in contact with air, it is not tough, not hard, does not take the wire. Alone is useless.

But just add a bit of carbon, a small percentage by weight, and is transformed into steel. Still rusty, but the most interesting mechanical properties. And even if you add chromium, nickel, molybdenum, vanadium, copper, lead, ... we obtain steels with amazing properties, which can withstand heavy loads, or chemical attack very powerful. And the steel technology is still evolving, constantly creating new families by the features even better.

Why this preamble metal? Why Yesterday I was at the Museum of Iron, in fact. It was so long that I wanted to go there and, thanks to an alert on a person who knows me well, I was able to attend the inauguration of the museum after restoration, together with my grandfather.

The old building in San Bartolomeo has been completely renovated, bringing efficiency in the hammer, forge fueled by trome idroeoliche (you know what is this?) And the water wheel to produce electricity. The inauguration was attended by many personalities more or less known of the jet set Brescia professors, political, religious, industrial. My impression is that very few people would be there for the museum or iron. Many were because thing were there, or be seen, or to meet those who were there to be seen. I was there because it was an opportunity to establish a link with the past, with those who have lived in these areas before me, laying with their own ingenuity, then the foundations of an economy that has turned into one of the most Brescia shining technology industry. And all this without any nuance or celebratory mythicized are just fascinated by human ingenuity, in all its forms, despite being well aware of the limits that the pattern of development set in the early 900 was carrying. Limits with which perhaps we are just at this time to come to terms.

The museum is beautiful and interesting and Board all a visit takes only 15 minutes. But this is not what I would tell. What struck me most was my grandfather. Many have recognized Peter. A lot. The waiters catering, politicians, industrialists, journalists and photographers. And everyone had a greeting, a word, a pat on the back for him. What to look calm and serene as always, clear, just a little 'lost, sometimes acknowledged, and told a story many years ago, sometimes did not recognize or could not remember and only smiled.

I always knew that he had the good fortune of having a great grandfather, but every time I catch myself. A humble, gentle, but determined and safe, with few ideals, but such balances. Many people have told me that the museum has always been generous, even in difficulties, even when there was nothing for anyone. And he said, with gratitude and affection which went beyond the words that were in the looks they had for him. Yet its uniqueness lies not in what was or what he did. Who knows how many men born after the war and who have lived through reconstruction, fance maybe just the waiters like him have spent a lifetime comparable to his own adventures with more or less similar. What fascinates me and moves me is the ' humanity with which he always placed facing each other, whoever he was. His innate talent to speak to the hearts of people, sometimes even without words. The ability to establish immediate contacts deep and true, beyond any opinion or way of life and any social barrier. The fact of leaving a mark, almost a message, tap all with whom he had to do, for whatever reason, overcoming prejudice and going straight to the essence of man.

He, like me, like everyone else, is made of iron. But in his pasta also has many other noble elements and proportions right, and this makes him a special person. I hope that he has inherited some of its capabilities. I will certainly try to always have it in mind as a model and inspiration, trying to be a bit too 'special. To be not just an iron man.

ENRICO

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Who would have thought?

After so long, somewhat surprisingly, 'me too. Not so much the act of writing on the blog, but the fact that they feel the need . There are many days I've been waiting for the right moment, it was not easy. The apology is the same old: commitments, hectic, no time to sleep ... In reality, I realize that is a bit 'my way to avoid me, to postpone a confrontation with myself, from which I could potentially come out battered, but certainly a better idea.

So now there are, in my room once in the heart of a stormy night (!), With a cup of steaming coffee on the side, ready to go. But the situation is delicate. The risk is of getting lost in the spumoni of thoughts in my head, mounted a bit 'at a time in recent weeks that its me in recent days has made the right consistency. So, to do some 'clarity, I have read the post of the move in July, and from the very moving.

So. And they are 8, a good number. The removals, of course. The CISA is no more, has finally dispelled by a solemn and intimate ceremony of his last two inhabitants. It 's a jump (as it says the post below). It 'an era that is gone, taking with him an atmosphere definitely unique. For better or worse. But the point is always change and that prompts us to make budgets, to seek confirmation, to aggrapaprsi to shreds in the past, while it is already looking to the future. CISA in the end I've been good: it was only a thin shell to protect me from the weather, but I did not need anything else. I'm surrounded by unique items to me at this time made sense. All things very practical, useful, able to directly evoke the most pleasant moments that I spent in recent months. Tools. This evening, my room was defined punk minimal. And I think that the definition identifies it perfectly. The photo above is the only thing here that I have hanging on the wall. Not that it was a thoughtful choice for me, or they have a meaning in a particular way. The fact is that for months I woke up throwing the eye on the opening monologue of Trainspotting. A few words, few words, sometimes I read it all. Now I'm afraid I know by heart. Definitely a nice piece, it conveys a strong message. What I find there is a call to awareness of choice. Those small and large decisions that you make in every moment of life and that mold and shape around what we are. Not subject to taxation or the convention, to be agents of their own future. Perhaps I have already also wrote some time ago. It 's important not to forget.

And so it was lifted, even the preposterous living at a distance that had arisen between me and Damian. I never imagined getting to think that I have crossed my mind this evening. However, tomorrow there will be someone who wakes up with a surprise.

Return on concrete. It was definitely one of the easier removal from the logistical point of view. Clothes in a bag. Other clothes in a bag of dirt style "journey of hope" (odorerò a bit 'of polyethylene in the coming days, now you know why). Dishwasher flow in the office. Backpack, rope and shoes in the car. So I even had time to do output with the group of alpine skiers of the most rowdy of the course Ugolini.

soaked to the underwear. Cold. In a snow with the consistency of a pudding, heavy and sticky uphill downhill. The lucky ones with the usual ski, someone less fortunate, with slopes recovered for the occasion, someone with snowshoes, and, finally, a daredevil with trekking shoes. It was like the retreat from Russia, but uphill. With a time that made absolutely no sense what we were fecendo. Yet. Perfect atmosphere. No stress, no one burst out even one sentence out of place. Too many times I found myself in different situations not to appreciate this. When fatigue, malaise, discomfort are nothing, why you do what you wanted, because you are in contact with nature, why did you say no to afternoons at the mall or in front of the TV or PC, whatever the cost. Here everyone could get their own motivations, but it remains a fact: go to the mountains also means calling the right blend of things in life. And it's great when you create a group of people that manages to be in tune as it is today. Everything will disappear with the melting snow? We'll see.

And now a cryptic paragraph, certainly the most difficult to write. But I owe me. I have to leave something written about this also. I hope to give a sense to the reader, without knowing anything about what that happened. There are situations that happen when you have the feeling that they are unavoidable. Or rather, that they are without being the logical consequence of a number of other things. Are events that happen by themselves, but with such a specific precision, and harmonizes so well with everything else that does not require any decision and do not allow doubts. It seems sensible that nothing exists outside of that thing. These situations bring with them a halo mysterious and powerful, which many call fate. Even pragmatic and rational people like me sometimes feel the presence of quest'aurea with surprise. So I happened to find the entrance of a new road, after a long time that I tried. Now I really want to see if my carrier dove spero, e magari oltre.

Buonanotte a tutti, ENRICO

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