Today was always going to be a bit tricky as the 20 km marked a ferry trip from Corte San Andrea to Soprarivo. I called ahead to let a guy called Danilo Parisi know I was coming. I’d done some major bush bashing and cut and scraped my legs being about 30/50 metres to the left of the trail.. Problem was there was a canal in between, so I cut myself up pretty badly and yelled expletives…. Not that anyone could hear as I was shorter than the prickly weeds towering over the “track”..
Danilo was a character. He picked me up in his water taxi and for 10€ got me to Soprarivo. A perfect interlude. We sat and laughed at the language issues unlike those awkward moments when it’s just better to stay quiet.
Photo is where he lives.
Next stop was to a Post Office to offload over 2 kgs of warm gear and send it to Australia. Nice to lighten the load. Funny the things you are happy to see gone.
The plan was to get to Piacenza… But not in the torrential rain. I found a Maccas and treated myself to my second Scottish meal in 4 weeks 🙂
then ventured out in the pouring rain to find Gods establishment, Santa Maria di Campagna Convento Francescani.
I was greeted at the door after buzzing some dude. He appeared wearing a dress and with key in hand, showed me to my digs for the night.
Mmmmm shower…and washing. Getting all the prickles out of socks and shirt.
I spent the next hour or more enjoying the texting of Roger. I think it must have been 4 am in Sydney.. Getting advice and warm fuzzy crap. Thanks mate. xox
He’s told me to eat … Lots.