12th June 2012
Debs:
After a good breakfast, which included our
first cup of tea in 4 days, we got booted and suited ready to head for
Valentino Rossi’s café in Tavullia. Unfortunately it began to rain, and
when I say rain I mean serious cats and dogs stuff, and if that wasn’t enough the
thunder and lightening decided to join in too.. but undeterred, and
after checking with Steve that he had ridden before in such conditions
and wasn’t concerned, I climbed aboard and off we went.
However I wasn’t
aware that after a few hundred yards the rain had got inside Steves’
visor, and so we missed a turn and ended up going down a 1 in 3 cobbled
street!
Oh, did we mention that there were 3 of us on this trip?
Steve, Debs and ‘Dolly sat-nav‘.. and there is always one that has to
have a sulk and throw their toys out of the pram, well it wasn’t me or
Steve -
Moving very steadily through the rain and relying on Dolly we set off along the rain lashed narrow streets for Tavullia.
'TURN LEFT'
she said as we were actually alongside the junction we needed, we
turned around and went left along a fairly steep and very narrow winding
road for about a mile.
'TURN AROUND WHEN POSSIBLE' she then said, Steve muttered but we stopped and with difficulty obeyed.
'TURN AROUND WHEN POSSIBLE' she said again, Steve muttered a rude word about Dolly but again we stopped and turned.
Then suddenly she repeated a dozen times
'TURN LEFT..TURN LEFT..TURN LEFT' At this point I was aware of Steve rapidly losing his sense of humour
and I was about to go into hysterical laughter, not a good idea, so had
to bite my tongue!!
We set off again with only a vague idea of
which direction to take when suddenly she announced once more that we
needed to turn around.. this time I heard exactly what Steve called her
as he switched her off! Such was the downpour that it had got into our
‘waterproof’ sat-nav, the first time in 4 years..
Eventually we rode out of the rain and along some quiet back roads
towards Tavullia passing by a beautiful walled village en route.
I couldn't resist taking a few snapshots.
It didn't take much of an effort to work out just where we were when we
entered Tavullia and took Dolly into the warm dry café to cheer her up
before the next leg of our journey.
VALENTINO ROSSI’S CAFÉ
Steve:
The sat-nav may have thrown a sulk, we were toasting in the wet weather
gear and the road conditions had been foul, but it was worth it just to
get to ‘The Doctors’ Headquarters. We dripped our way into the Official
Fan Club building where Debs posed with a life-size(?) cardboard
cut-out of Valentino, if it’s really life-size he’s a tall lad!
His
leathers, helmets and gloves were on display together with huge photos
of his more dashing moments, I particularly enjoyed a great shot of him
overtaking Casey Stoner at Leguna Seca in the middle of the corkscrew on
the dirt.. even though Casey was wearing a black visor you can see the surprise in his body
language!
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I know you can hardly tell the difference can you? |
I’m now an official and fully paid-up Valentino
Rossi Fan Club member, but I still have no idea where the hell I’m
going to put the T-shirt and cap among our well packed luggage..
Excellent, inexpensive coffee and pastries from his café completed our visit.. Worth it in diamonds!
Debs:
By the time we left the café the sun was out and the temperature had
risen from 17 degrees to 25, so off came the waterproofs and the soggy
gloves (which we had to wring out) and off we went in the direction of
the Abruzzo National Park, a mere 4 hours away, and as we turned onto
the motorway and we found ourselves riding alongside the Adriatic sea,
some lovely views to make up for the earlier weather.
Steve:
I appreciate that motorway riding is not the best way of viewing the
countryside, but Italy has a lot of hills and mountains and the option
to the 4 hour motorway ride was a 17 hour jolly through the mountains,
and with the intermittent high winds and torrential rain I settled for
boredom!
The weather was all over the show, and during the journey we
must have put our waterproofs on and off another 4 times and witnessed
temperature variations between a chilly 17 to a barmy 34 degrees.
Another feature was a display of true Italian driving.. The speed limit
on one stretch was 90km/hr, but I was doing 130 in a procession of
vehicles (any slower and they would have run over me) when we came upon a
series of bends through tunnels - no view, ‘no overtaking’ signs
everywhere, and they’re jostling for position 12’ behind each other at
90mph and overtaking each other through blind bends and getting flashed
by oncoming vehicles swerving to avoid them! Crazy.. I was happy to get
to the overnight stay.
Debs: The “farm stay” is
not quite as we were expecting. Our room is about a mile away from the
rest of the accommodation and the main house. It appears they have all
sorts of animals, butcher their own meat, make their own wine (4 Euro a
litre) and arrange all sorts of activities. One suggestion was a
display of goat cheese making, which meant being ready to go meet the
shepherd at 5am (not today thank you!) or horse riding, which did sound
like good fun but not for us, so we opted to do our own thing…..rest for
the day. Dinner that evening was offered at a very reasonable rate so
we joined the other 10 guests and had a really lovely evening swapping
travel stories.
At about 11pm they all went off to their rooms
and we set off in the pitch dark to find our way back up the hillside to
our accommodation at the edge of the village. As we walked along the
lanes we decided that we actually had the better deal, and spent ages
looking up into an unpolluted night sky filled with so many stars that
they all seemed to be jostling for space. We then noticed that the
bushes and trees near us seemed to have their own stars, hundreds of
tiny lights flashing wildly as the fire-flies performed their own
starburst - just an incredible sight.
A very busy day, so a cuppa and bed was in order please!