Aoasta was beautiful. Warm and welcoming people and pretty town with historic streets.
The Nun I thanked this morning refused my donation.. another sign that maybe I need to put some makeup on and have a shower…
I thought the last two days were tough, the hard yakka ….was done. We just had to mosey on through the valley.. Right?
Today was “Challenging” The trail took me up into the “hills” more than once. Up and down, up and lost I went…. At one stage I was on all fours bush bashing. Ended up in someone’s back yard… After a very steep climb of a few hundred metres in thick bush, definitely NOT a track, I wasn’t about to retreat back down. Visited some amazing abandoned villages from way back when agriculture took a back seat and all the people decided to stay down in the valley.
Also a place called Bard with its Fort… and hundreds of super noisy kids on an excursion.
With no plans for overnight accommodation, I ended up doing over 60 Kms and found a Priest who took in this heathen for a cleansing night with the good Lord Jesus. A place called Parrocchia San Pietro in Donnas just before Pont Saint Martin.
The weather is warming up finally and I’m thinking that this will be my last 60 plus km day. Time to shorten my days and relax. Just need to do my sums to make sure I am on track to be in Rome by June 11. Getting off track every day has me a little nervous but I should reach Vercelli in a couple of days.