Up into the big hills. Turn left. Keep going until you hit the lakes.
That’s pretty much it for the last few days. After another rain-enforced rest day on Sunday, of course.
Naturally, there’s a bit more to it than that. These are big hills, after all. So there’s been over 3000 vertical metres of climbing (around 10,000 ft) in three days. And a comparable amount of decending. And boy, is northern Italy beautiful.
The first and biggest pass was the Passo Tonale, which topped out at 1884 metres. It’s used fairly regularly by the Giro d’Italia bike race. The pass itself is ‘only’ 15 kms (9 miles) of fairly hard (6-7%) climbing when coming from the east.
But this ignores the fact that you have to climb nearly a thousand metres just to get to the ‘official’ bottom. The picture above looks nice an unthreatening, doesn’t it? But it’s all gently uphill, and the climbing doesn’t stop until you hit those snow-capped peaks at the back of the picture.
Here they are again, a couple of hours later, and a little bit closer:
Stunning, but ever so hard. Thankfully, there’s the payback of a nice (but all-too-short) downhill to come. Once again illustrating that, while headwinds and hills are both hard, hills do, at least, give you something in return for your efforts. Though I have to say that this would have been more comfortable with working brakes (fixed now!):
A dip, and another climb to another pass at Aprica. The climb to Aprica is rated (by none other than the arch-villain of cycling, Lance Armstrong) as one of the hardest in Italy. It certainly looked it, from the sweating faces of the recreational cyclists I flashed past in the other direction. It’s certainly another contender for ‘downhill of the trip’ as far as I’m concerned. The brakes were heating up, and the insects dying in droves against the crash helmet once again.
I could feel the temperature increasing as I plunged down. And, I was dropping quick enough for my ears to ‘pop’ twice before I got to the bottom. I’d highly recommend it to anyone (though you may want to get the cable car up to the top!).
From the bottom of the Aprica downhill, it was a long, flat valley road to Lake Como. Quite a different landscape, but still with those big mountains lurking in the background. There’s nothing like lakes and mountains, as far as I’m concerned, and I’ve been cruising around staring at picture-perfect views for a day-and-a-half now. It makes me very happy.
And from Como, I’ve managed to cross a country today (Wednesday). It only took and hour-and-a-half, and some of that was due to traffic problems. A massive tunnel, a city, and a few kilometres of road near the airport. And that was it. There’s a slightly odd-shaped wedge of Switzerland jutting down into Italy around the town and lake of Lugano. And a gentle ride today, including plenty of coffee stops and chats with other cyclists, took me straight across it.
I’m now back in Italy (literally by fifty yards). But don’t worry, I will be giving Switzerland a bit more time on the way home. I just have to nip across and have a look at the French Alps first…