Cycling wise, today was a tough, tough day. It feels like winter has officially started…at departure it was 5c, but felt colder with the wind chill…later in the day as I hit the climbs…it got much colder.
It was a real luxury to stay with Paola for two day (thanks Pietro!). Nice house, great food, good company…plenty of time to find Couchsurfing hosts and plan the next leg of my trip.
She set me up brilliantly – I guess it’s the Italian mother in her – when I left the house for my days ride she had provided me with three focaccia, ham, bananas, and a bar of fantastic Italian nougat – which turned out to be a real life saver.
I left Genova at about 9am…aiming for a 100km ride. Well, I knew La Spezia was about 100km away…well at least I thought it was. And unusually, there was a time constraint today as I heading to a hostel in Riomaggiore which does not check people in after 5pm.

The ride was hilly…very hilly. It’s funny really, I spent so much of my time in France avoiding mountains and taking the flattest route possible…but in Italy…well you can’t avoid mountains…up and down, climb and descent, climb and descent. Thankfully the scenery was fantastic so that helped to deal with the pain.
At about 11.30am, as I neared Portofino, I saw a sign for La Spezia….it said ‘La Spezia 89km’. Ok lets do the math…if I were to aim for a very optimistic 20km per hour, that would mean that it would take me at least four hours to reach La Spezia…but given the mountains I was fighting…that wasn’t going to happen. If I could average at 12 or 13km that would be a massive result…but a long one. One thing that was very clear was that today there would be no time for a lunch break if I expected to get to Riomaggiore by 5pm. I’m not sure how far Riomaggiore is from La Spezia, but by looking at the map, and seeing all those hair pins turns in between La Spezia and Riomaggiore, I could pretty much be sure that it would be a tough cycle and I needed to make sure I had time for it.
With my mission at hand I laid into the pedals and went for it the best I could…first thing past Portofino was a massive climb from sea level up to 615m. Not sure how long it took me, but it was painful, unending, and nerve racking…watching my speedometer read 8 – 10km for two hours or so was not a pleasant experience knowing that I needed to be at the hostel in just a few hours.
It was brutal…I was very hungry but fully aware that stopping for lunch was not an option today…so down the hatch went the bananas, nougat, and some almonds and peanut M&M’s (the gift that my hosts in Toulouse gave me on my departure) – all while mashing the pedals as fast as possible. It snowed…it didn’t stick, but it was cold…my first snow of the journey.
Once I reached the top of the climb I got the camera out for the celebratory photo…got a pic of the sign, went to take a picture of the view…and the battery went dead…as if on command.

The great thing about every climb, is the reward of the descent…there were so many great photo ops on the way down…amazing mountains, villages tucked away in the most unsuspecting places, but with the dead battery on the camera, I was able to focus on enjoying the 40 -50km/hr descent…what a pleasure.
I reached La Spezia, unbelievably, at exactly 4pm. Ok – one hour to get to the hostel.
‘I can do it, I can do it’
Exiting La Spezia I entered another long and brutal climb to reach Cinque Terre. The climb took me 45 minutes…15 minutes to get to Riomaggiore, find the hostel and check in….I started bombing down the tight hair pin turns towards the city…the view was unbeleivable, but I had no time to enjoy…my one focus was to get to my bed, and rest my legs….
As I entered the city, the church bells rang out 5pm…I couldn’t believe my luck! After 8 hours in the saddle with minimal breaks I actually made it!
I asked a security guard where the hostel was,
‘At the bottom of the road and on the right’
Perfect…I was on my way…I embraced the steep roads through town as fast as I safely could.
Reached the hostel…and then…it was closed.
A trail of explicatives rolled out of my mouth in the most fluent and rehearsed manner.
Fuck, I was pissed off.
However, on closer inspection, a key and note were taped to the door – labelled for a Mr Vinko!
YES! That’s AWESOME! Thank you thank you thank you.
I followed the instructions, found my room, dumped my bike, gear, and body, and fell into a lazy, lazy rest. Thank god!
Shower, food, and I went to the only open pub in town…watched the FIFA draw for the SA world cup…came back to my room – and now I sit, with beer by my side, pesto pasta with pancetta – typing away my day….which I will wrap up here…

Finish my beer…and sleep…
Tomorrow my legs are back at it to hike the Cinque Terre area….
137km Bicycled Today
2801km to Date