Flat...

Saturday. The journey to the pleasant shores of Desenzano del Garda was remarkable by it's banality. So far, as you know, almost every day the roads have had more twists and turns than a Conan-Doyle. Well today was definitely Janet and John Book One as we covered the flatlands between Tuscany and Lombardy. The temperature gauge was the only thing at which to raise an eyebrow as it got steadily warmer during the day to a peak of 37C. Today's tip of the day is that nearing the end of a long, hot bike ride it helps to know that the information you've put into your satnav is the right
information. A poor workman always blames his
tools and Digger and I couldn't comprehend why we were enjoying a cooling beer in Desenzano when Tony, Pete and Rich were reaching boiling point ten miles away. Still, I suppose anyone might be forgiven for thinking that there could only possibly be one hotel Aurora in an area boasting over 1000 hotels.

On a sultry evening, we welcomed Neil, who arrived with amongst other accoutrements a pair of bottle green rubber trousers and, strangely, a pair of ear defenders, with the usual infantile game of hide and seek and as the photos suggest, the looky-looky man did us for another 10 euros.

Conclusion for the day... anyone who tells you that English is the universal language is wrong and unless you happen to be Marcel Marceau you will often end up with more, or less, than you bargained for.