Despite the “All's well that ends well” Mauro, who absolutely doesn’t want to continue, abandons the motorcycle and reaches the first signs of civilization by foot. It’s Filippo and Cristiano who must go back to take care of the machine, which isn’t easy given the difficult trail, the weariness and the enormous delay.
This delay is the reason we decide to switch to a safer highway. Around 8.30 we get to Rimini and setup the tent at the camping site we had booked. We still aren’t aware of what the night has in store. After a well-deserved seafood dinner in a nice restaurant in the hills of Rimini, we go back to the camping. Even if it’s June it is rather crowded, and our tent is positioned a bit out of the way.
In the beginning we feel lucky for the position, but we soon discover that on the other side of the hedge there is the railway! Express trains, long-distance trains, local trains and so on and so forth, fill our night nonstop, so no shuteye for any of us. Around 3 in the morning our German neighbors decide to finish their last beers while chanting in their native language. We can’t stand it anymore. Cristiano, nice and calm in English, tries to talk them out of it, then it’s Mauro’s turn with a few international vaffa## but it is only thanks to Gianluca (195 cm and 110 kg) who, without a word, knocks down the first using his belly forcing the other to seek refuge in the RV.
Saturday’ sunrise isn’t without surprises. Mauro, who is scared to death even to ride on the camping dirt parking lot, decides to return home. Only after a few days and some X-rays will he discover that he broke two ribs when he fell.
Even Cristiano, disheartened by the events, decides to leave us in the evening but then changes his mind, only to bitterly regret his decision in the following days.
So, there are three of us left. Luckily, both the landscape and the route are spectacular and I’m able to take many pictures and videos as souvenirs of this weekend. But this isn’t an ordinary Saturday. This evening there’s the Champions League Final game. Sadly, I’m the only soccer fan and one of the two teams playing is my favorite: Juventus. For our overnight stay an ad hoc television is essential. In fact, as soon as we reach the camping site I’m relieved to see a beautiful television. Unfortunately, due to a misunderstanding caused by unread or not received emails, I don’t remember which, the owner doesn’t have our reservation. We start arguing, this I do remember, but in the end, we must leave risking to miss the game. Once again, we are lucky; a few kilometers away we find another camping site: we can sleep, eat and, above all, watch the game. After taking care of our bikes and setting up our tents we discover that the television is no bigger than an iPad. Well, I think, as long as I can watch the game. In an unexpected happy moment, I strike a deal with Gianluca and Filippo: I will pay for dinner if my team, Juventus, loses. Now, if you are a soccer fan, you know how it ended. If not, I’ll only say that I paid for dinner and two bottles of Brunello of Montalcino!