On to Rimini, a seaside town on the Adriatic fabled as the ’Skegness of Italy’. It would be nice to say that they’d got the description wrong but alas it’s spot on. You can just about walk down the beach to the sea and back inside eight hours if you get a pace on and, without recalling the Italian translation, ‘kiss me quick’ hats appear to be de rigeur for the Rimini cognoscenti. How the Romans who founded the place as 'Ariminum' in 268BC would feel about the modern day version is probably not hard to imagine.
Though I may sound repetitive, the trip here was almost all on the twisties, the views over the green and pleasant Italian countryside were breathtaking and the perfect antidote to the sore heads from the night before. Today has been the warmest yet (sorry to keep rubbing it in) and men in shorts strolled along the prom in the afternoon...
If Siena is a Puccini aria then Rimini is 'Shaddap you face' by Joe Dolce and like most one hit wonders we'll be pleased to know we won't be coming across it again. Fortunately, tomorrow we pay our second RLB visit to Desenzano del Garda which is definitely 'A lark ascending' and certainly nothing by 'JLS'.
Finding somewhere to park the bikes posed a problem in Rimini but Pete thought he'd found a novel solution as shown here...
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Tomorrow is Saturday and we five become six... yes, the man who needs no introduction, a legend in his own lunchtime, the Hollington polisher of all things old and wooden... Neil arrives. Blimey.
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