9.45am and the room cleaner wakes me up by letting herself into the room, I guess seeing a sleeping near naked pale white man sent her away pretty quickly. Down to a late breakfast which the hotel rustled up for me, I had forgotten that an Italian breakfast consists of coffee and cakes, which sounds like the most perfect breakfast - as long as you are not a diabetic like I am. I did find some of the strange euro packaged hard toast bread slices, they weren’t too sweet but taste like cardboard.
It’s weird that of all meals breakfast is so different from one culture to the next, the Dutch eat cheese and meat, the Brits do bacon and eggs, New Zealander’s do Weetbix, the Italians cake, why the difference? I did notice the ubiquitous Corn Flakes on the menu – even in Italy.
I set about unpacking the bike. After doing the bike mechanic thing I walked through the old part of Crema, to meet Andrew’s wife Nicki at a cafĂ©. I found a money machine nestled amongst 16th century architecture. Here I am using the same cash card that I use in New Zealand and instantly getting Euros from the money machine – small stuff like that is amazing, no traveller’s cheques nothing, card in - money out, anywhere or almost in the world. In theory it means you could travel the world with just a cash card – think about it, that’s cool!
Coffee and Panini with Nicki, it’s too hot to sit outside and do the Italian outdoor eating thing so inside with the air con whirring away. Nicki offers to take me on a ride into the country on their terribly cool ‘town bikes’ complete with Brooks saddle and cane baskets.
I spot a Martini Rossi livered Lancia Integrale, a car that I have always lusted after, I have to stop and take a photo of it – my sad 80’s car buff is alive and well.
I have the digital camera with me and am determined to take tonnes of photos, I have been a crap tourist in the past, the places I have been to and have no record of is tragic, maybe it is an age thing I regret not having any visible record of those experiences.
The countryside around Crema is flat as a pancake with lush green cornfields and tiny villages dotted about the place. We get back in time to relax and prepare for the Crema evening ‘training’ ride, it is also 30c+!
The countryside around Crema is flat as a pancake with lush green cornfields and tiny villages dotted about the place. We get back in time to relax and prepare for the Crema evening ‘training’ ride, it is also 30c+!
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