Stelvio Pass

Back home we have Squires milk bar on Sundays. A short blast on over-policed roads to drink mediocre coffee. In Italy they have the Stelvio Pass. 40 or so hairpins either side up and down a mountain to 2757m.

We woke up about 30 mins from it this morning and we're currently sat in a cafe in Bormio drinking the worlds best coffee waiting to attack it. Cappucino over here tastes of real coffee and costs peanuts. Our bike is dumped outside taking up most of the pavement and nobody has batted an eyelid.

We're been served by a stunning Italian woman who smiles even though I'm sat in her lovely cafe in very well travelled leathers.

There's currently a roadie race that's closed the pass but it opens at 2.30. Two coppers are stood at the bottom controlling traffic but in true Italian style that's far too much effort so they are just stood looking cool and admiring all things female. Catherine was in her element but traffic was absolute chaos.

Life doesn't get much better than this!