Muro di Sormano

Saturday we awoke to thundertorms, wet roads, tired legs and roads jammed with weekend tourists. So we jumped a ferry to Bellagio, at the point of the peninsula that separates the lower two halves of the lake.

Immediately we walk into a sport shop to purchase OberGruppenFuhrer some new knicks. His are from the German eurodisco collection and no-one wants to sit on his wheel anymore.

He does buy some and there was much rejoicing.

Wander around, window shopping, nothing I want to buy consider some Murano glass but considering I am going there in a fortnight I thought the better.

Lunch is an all-you-eat buffet for €16 including a glass of wine. Not my preferred but the food was lovely and fresh and quite tasty.

Back to Varenna, cocktails that turn into three course meals. Later we are treated to fireworks, I honestly don't know why I stayed up because I detest fireworks.

meh

Sunday morning we are off to Ghisallo, the cycling chapel and museum and then the Muro di Sormano, a sadistic 1800m of tarmac.

Why are we hotelling in Varenna when all we seem to do is ride to the ferry port? Off to Bellagio again, immediately into 12-14% climbing for five or six kays. Warm day, beautiful weather.

Ghisallo appears and the spaghetti monster devotees are out in force getting their snacks on.

Museum was ok.

Muro, OGF, SM and BB did this two years ago, and feel compelled to subject both myself and KK to the painful little bastard climb.

before at 880m

Basically its saying champions have ridden this road, you are weak

It is bloody steep

Its horrible, I am never doing it again.

Fuck off!

A couple of negronis and olives and yet another quattro stagione pizza and I am knackered and crawl off to bed, in go the ear plugs (bells, cars, motorbikes) and spleep.

Monday is a flat day.
Flat I tells ya.