The Moto Guzzi open days on Lake Como go off with a bang
As the marques faithful followers flock to Mandello de Lario.
From Trieste it was a winding road over passes both broad and narrow.
Lakes dotting the path
To Como the Lake of Dreams
Its early September on inthe villages the fruit on the trees ready to pick
As by the weekend end the first snow had started to fall
Dusting the Alps with white and adding a chill to the air in the passes.
Then there is the history of the area such as Bergamo it’s old and new city, home of Pope John xxiii and comrades of Garibaldi.
And the little village of Glorenza that time almost has passed by.
And is on the door steps of the Swiss Alps.
Italy has a boot in the south and Trieste is it’s little finger hanging over the edge of the Adriatic Sea.
I visited there twice this trip.
Its had to capture the feel of a city in photos but let me tell you Trieste has a beautiful ambience.
The coast around the Miramare Castle north of the city centre is just beautiful
As are the cities major plazas that run down to the Adriatic.
And to make is extra special for me
The Irish literary legend James Joyce visited. Though I dont think Trieste was mentioned in Ulysses!
Just a beautiful city.
Its a three hour easy ride from Cortina d’Ampezzo south to Venezia.
Old Venezia with its labyrinth of walkways and waterways
Hot and humid at the end of a hot Europe July
And grand canals
Of course St Marks Square is the main attraction
But achitectural splendor is around every twist of a canal
Currently the Biennale is on which provides extra cultural stimulation
It was a hot and stricky day in busy Venice but well worth the visit.
From my camp in Cipena near Bormio it was over Stelvio once again and onto Merano, a gateway to the Dolomites.
The high road from Merano leads to the Jaufenpass.
From there the amazing rock structures that are the Dolomites unfold
Campsites tucked under the monoliths give amazing mountain sunsets
Over the Passo Gardana, a favoured by bikers the way I took toward Cortina d’Ampezzo
Cortina is such a beautiful Alpine city.
The there is the back roads and villages. Little campsites where there is space and few people
In and around the village of Cimolais
Like all Alpine areas you have to sometime pay for the beauty with thunderstorms and a day of rain
Rain after the thunderstorm in Cortina. It’s a small price to pay.
There was much nostalga riding from Switzerland to Italy
The Fluelapass was the first Alpine pass I rode back in 2016
At the time I couldn’t imagine how I could come back again
And now Im on the 4th tour.
Truly addicted to the Alps
The Fluelapass links to the Ofen Pass and that to the Umbrial Pass which crosseS into Italy and leads to the beautiful city of Bormio.
The top of the Stelvio is a Circus of bicycles, motorbikes, cars, sausage Stalls hotels and shops .
From Bormio the valley opens up
With lovely camping grounds, with walkers, cyclists and bikers in summer. Skiers in winter.
Perfect for camping in the pretty village of Cepina.
The Col de Iseran looms high above the Val d’Isre
The Val d’Isre is a Ski Ressort in winter a biker mecca in summer
Then there is the Petite Saint Bernhard that crossed from France to Italy
The Petite links to the Great Saint Bernhard at Aosta,
And at the top of the Pass it crossed into Switzerland
The Great Saint Bernhard runs to the Swiss city of Martigny
There the is a final pass to Chamonix in France
The Col Forclaz with its little hotel in the Pass which is so Swiss
And then in Chamonix stay at the foot of Mount Blanc.
The rich sediments
The rich culture washed down
From the high alps
On Sud Tyrol
A high plateau
Sitting between the Alps of Switzerland, Italy and Austria
Rich agricultural land
Its part of Italy
The main language in German
The houses look as is transplanted from Switzerland
And of course through it is the Reschen passage
The beautiful big expanse of water
Baked hot in the mid July sun
It spans the border I to Switzerland
But it’s so Italian
The exuberance of the Italian language
Talking with the hands
The language almost a song.
On a hot day in July on Lago Maggoria
Worth a kings ransome
The Kings hunting ground
Gifted to the people in 1922
Italy’s oldest national park
Nestled at the end of the Conge Valley
In Milton’s epic poem Paradise Lost he regrets the loss of innocence and in some ways the loss of beauty to sin and greed.
Gran Paridiso is the opposite to that natural beauty returned to the people.
Its the big daddy of the Alps
2760 metres high
From Lake Como four passes to reach the top
Maloja pass through to Saint Moritz
Then climb the Ofen Pass
And onto Santa Maria at the foot of Stelvio
Then the climb on the Umblia pass
Bikes and cars making the climb
Higher and higher
Till the top
Looking down the valley
Across at the glacier
Standing atop the Stelvio Pass