Warning: no volleyball in this post!
I left Roseto on Sunday morning with an invite from Ces/Ces of France to come to Paris and train with them from Tuesday until the event in Croatia next week. In the two and a half days in between I decided to put on my backpacker hat, and at Sacha’s suggestion, hit the Cinque Terra in North-West Italy.
It was a little busy, taking 4 trains to get there and only one full day to hang out at the coast, but that time seemed just enough to unwind a little and have a lot of fun. Cinque Terra is five small towns along the picturesque Italian coastline and connected by many walking tracks. The five towns cling to steep hills and the trails wind along the edge of cliffs and up through the scrub and terraced vineyards that characterise the region.
Riomaggiore is the first of the towns on the coast, and took my breath away with it’s impossibly steep streets and colourful old apartments build almost on top of one another. While all the towns were full of tourists, the local culture prevails and each of the towns has it’s own traditional Italian atmosphere.
I had a great day of walking between the five towns, but for sure my highlight was when my sense of adventure took me up into the hills to the San Bernadino Monastery. The monastery was easy to see, perched up on a ridge, but not easy to get to along my chosen trail (trail number 7b if anyone is looking for a challenge). Even though I was looking for the turnoff to 7b to take me into the hills, I walked past it twice and gave up on finding it before eventually figuring out that what I thought was a rockwall was actually some steep steps, and the scrub above had a perceptible gap. Well. Obviously not many people were as lucky as I to find the start of the trail, because from there on up it disappeared to almost nothing for most of the way, and I lost the trail 4 or 5 times.
As you all probably know following the odd bent stalk of grass and climbing up through vineyards and thorn bushes is my kind of fun, and I emerged at the top with a few holes and plenty of mud decorating my jeans and a good feeling about the climb. The view from up there is breathtaking.
Nights in hostels were good value too: meeting a few new friends from all over the world each night and sharing pizza, pasta, wine and card games was just perfect. I’ve decided that travelling alone is a great way to go. While Duck is off honeymooning I get to do whatever I want, and when you’re alone everyone talks to you and you talk to everyone. You can see a few more photos on picasa.
Next Stop: Paris, to train with the French team Ces/Ces. Yup, my two days off Volleyball are finished and it’s time to get back into it.
Brad



With only 7 days to go until we leave, why don’t I lay down the plan for the rest of the international season. We have 6 FIVB Opens (Olympic qualifiers), 1 Challenger and one Denmark national tour event on the cards, and they go something like this: