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After getting experiences on five cycletours in Slovakia and two in Austria and Slovenia in july 2000 I was ready to bike on my most serious tour in my life...

From the snowy mountains to the sandy beach (2000)

Gyorgyigabor
2004-02-05 19:55:23

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park then I tried to cycle fast away from there because of the light rain. On the road of the Cavallino peninsula I had to bike very carefully because of the huge numbers of the cars and some lorries. The road was thin, the row of the cars was long; it wasn’t a surprise that after when a lorry had overtaken me I felt relief a little bit. I think they also wasn’t happy to meet a cyclist with a wide pack on that road. After building up my tent I walked to the Adria beach. I couldn’t see any people to bath or swim in the sea, because of the weather. The people were walking or playing in the sand in long armed clothes along the beach. Some of them flyed a kite.

8th day: Venice (without bike)
With a combined ticket I travelled to Venice by bus and then by a ship. Because the clouds flew away I had a clear weather again (like at the Lake Garda; I had fortune again.) After landing (from the ship) at first I didn’t know where to go. I could hardly believe that I arrived at Venice with my own energy. I enjoyed the atmosphere of the town very much; I liked it more than the beauty of the buildings. I took pleasure in the vaporettos on the channel, the lot of tourists, the musicians, the pigeons. I sailed around the famous town by a vaporetto, I admired the houses, palaces of Canale Grande, then I stepped a lot in the thin streets and at the shore of the channels. In the afternoon I had rest with hearing the music of a jazz music group on a small square.
9th day: Cavallino – Latisana – Monfalcoe – Trieszt – Senozece = 171 km + 875 m heightdifference

After I left the Alps, the Lake Garda and Venice, when I was cycling on a flat and monotonious area I felt more and more homesickness. After Latisana I caught a pair of french cyclists also with packs. For a time they were cycling with my pace behind me, then we started to speak with each other in English. I felt proud because of the fact that I was cycling from the Dolomites ...