Before heading for Manciano to meet Cecilia, I joined Gianluca for one last bike ride. He’d promised to show me the beaches and forests of Feniglia, something I couldn’t possibly say no to. As it turned out, that day his archaeologist girlfriend was also working in the not-too-far-off Roman settlement of Cosa, and we ended up stopping by there too for a guided tour.
I’ve been to my fair share of nature reserves and national parks. Still, there was something special about the Parco Naturale della Maremma that made it stand out from all the others.
My morning in Pisa started with two bits of unexpected news. I’d sat down within range of WiFi to get online, and as soon as I logged onto Facebook found a message in my inbox.
It was from Ruben, whom I’d gotten to know a few weeks before leaving Maastricht while on a day trip to the Dutch-German border. He’d messaged to ask something along the lines of “Chris, where are you?”. I didn’t think much of it at first, imagining he’d just liked the look of the photo I’d shared the night before.
Not that it hadn’t been before, but it was after leaving Genova that the cycling really got interesting. There’s far too much to say so I won’t attempt to go into every detail. I’ll let the photos do the talking, for the most part.
As I’d already discovered while hiking a few days back, the entire Ligurian coast is non-stop beautiful, even if that comes at the cost of being non-stop hilly. Now that I’d reached the sea, I stuck close to it as much as possible…and that meant going up and down anything in the way.
With our destination reached and my hiking buddies back on their way to the airport, it was time for me to be reunited with Silvia and the bike. So I retraced my steps, heading back to Alessandria and eventually to Silvia’s place.