Riding the roads

We got up early to get ready for this really rough ride up through the alps and leaving the boy scout slob German bikers who brought their bikes on trailers, cremated chicken over to much coal and was creating one sturdy piece of racket all night with beer drinking and laughing out loud in highly annoying ways, behind us. So we got up at around 7, packed efficiently, had breakfast, repacked a bit since we forgot stuff, saw the boy scout slob German bikers leave, searched for things we mislaid, paid the bill and left as early as 10:30 even. We went down to the local village to look after an Internet point but we did not find any. The lady in the hardware store said that the banks were all closed since it was Saturday, which was disturbing since we did not ask for banks, but, we set out for Bolzano Bozan instead. Surely they must have an internet point there. Much larger town, so..

Bolzano WAS much larger. So large that we went to the city center for ages. We parked, peeked at the local church that was pretty but closed, did not stay at the Hotel Grief or shop at the Despa(i)r shop and found our target to make a transmission.

We then had a something to drink, set our valves and left to RIDE up the ALPS. There had been some discussion about what route to take (there are basically three) to Brenner. Lars-Inge wanted to take the more scenic route but that would mean some real struggling. So we took the chicken route instead, not to put our machines at risk, and took off. Riding was challenging, especially with a side car. There were unexpected bends everywhere and I had to lean over in the curves to keep the pace up at a reasonable rate, but non the less, we had traffic pushing us constantly from the back.
The ride was scenic and pretty intense, but not very long. We stopped for the night at Bressanoe Brixen for a pizza, a beer or two and a camping. And that was basically it. Tomorrow is Insbruck.