Bit cooler overnight, but it was pleasant enough in the tent. We lit the big red day candle in the porch and had a cosy little home for the night.
Louby spent the morning distracting a huge group of Italian mountain bikers. The italians love a redhead. She teasingly walked past them leaving the shower with dripping hair, then they all did a flypast while she was sat in her strappy little vest and leathers, waiting for me to finish my bird bath.
Her hamstring stretches in a pretty little frock first thing this morning didn't help either.
I'm not receiving similar attention from the Italian ladies. Or any ladies for that matter. Hmm.
We tried to aim for clear skies today but didn't do a particularly good job. We were constantly running from bad weather and it caught us at every opportunity.
Passo di Fedaia first (Louby's first dolomite pass), then Marmolada, then (the recently resurfaced, in part) Passo Duran, then Passo Cibiana. Coffee and panini at the top followed by a very mediocre strudel then on to Cortina for a quick fuel stop. The weather had closed in so hoofed it back over the shortest route home, via the Falzarego and Pordoi passes. The journey up the Pordoi was horrific. There were a few blizzard moments where we'd round a hairpin and get a full head on blast of wind and rain.
It's been a disappointing introduction to the dolomites for Loobs. It's one of my favourite places and the roads are amazing when they're hot and dry, but today was grim. Any spectacular scenery was obscured by clouds and mist. Hopefully we'll catch it in a better light tomorrow before we make tracks.
Back to base for hot showers and a quick nap. We both needed to thaw and recharge.
I walked into town on a failed mission to find provisions. Canazie on Sundays is a ghost town. Spar is open until 7pm, but i arrived on their doorstep at 7.55. I returned back to base empty handed and soaked through. Even the campsite bar was closed.
We reached a prompt and unanimous decision to try the pizza restaurant over the road. A fine choice. Two pizzas and a carafe of house red and a chocolate pud to round off the evening. The waiter was a fine young chap who took great pleasure in mocking my pathetic attempts at ordering in Italian.
Fully fueled, we returned to the tent to try and get some sleep. I had a brief dash outdoors in my pants to dismantle the collapsed basha, but I'm hoping the tent survives tonights storm...
112 miles
Louby spent the morning distracting a huge group of Italian mountain bikers. The italians love a redhead. She teasingly walked past them leaving the shower with dripping hair, then they all did a flypast while she was sat in her strappy little vest and leathers, waiting for me to finish my bird bath.
Her hamstring stretches in a pretty little frock first thing this morning didn't help either.
I'm not receiving similar attention from the Italian ladies. Or any ladies for that matter. Hmm.
We tried to aim for clear skies today but didn't do a particularly good job. We were constantly running from bad weather and it caught us at every opportunity.
Passo di Fedaia first (Louby's first dolomite pass), then Marmolada, then (the recently resurfaced, in part) Passo Duran, then Passo Cibiana. Coffee and panini at the top followed by a very mediocre strudel then on to Cortina for a quick fuel stop. The weather had closed in so hoofed it back over the shortest route home, via the Falzarego and Pordoi passes. The journey up the Pordoi was horrific. There were a few blizzard moments where we'd round a hairpin and get a full head on blast of wind and rain.
It's been a disappointing introduction to the dolomites for Loobs. It's one of my favourite places and the roads are amazing when they're hot and dry, but today was grim. Any spectacular scenery was obscured by clouds and mist. Hopefully we'll catch it in a better light tomorrow before we make tracks.
Back to base for hot showers and a quick nap. We both needed to thaw and recharge.
I walked into town on a failed mission to find provisions. Canazie on Sundays is a ghost town. Spar is open until 7pm, but i arrived on their doorstep at 7.55. I returned back to base empty handed and soaked through. Even the campsite bar was closed.
We reached a prompt and unanimous decision to try the pizza restaurant over the road. A fine choice. Two pizzas and a carafe of house red and a chocolate pud to round off the evening. The waiter was a fine young chap who took great pleasure in mocking my pathetic attempts at ordering in Italian.
Fully fueled, we returned to the tent to try and get some sleep. I had a brief dash outdoors in my pants to dismantle the collapsed basha, but I'm hoping the tent survives tonights storm...
112 miles
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