Grand Tours have a cruel way of showing how little control one has over one's destiny. No matter what one thinks of Lance Armstrong, it's remarkable how little bad luck he had during his run of Tours de France. Poor Ritchie Porte, fighting it out with Fabio Aru and Alberto Contador and odds on favourite to be in the pink jersey after tomorrow's ITT now suddenly finds himself in 17th place, not from lack of fitness or skill, but from a couple of bad luck incidents.
The beauty of touring is how much control one has over one's destiny; stay a little longer here, wonder over there, stop for lunch here. One can alter plans on the spur of the moment and be that much better for it.
The pale tiles are the older traditional type, the darker ones newer copies.
photos courtesy Anne-Marie
The Roofs where taken from the top of a castle taken on the way from Castelini to Voltera. We stopped there for lunch, our first climb of the day then we headed to Voltera for the second climb. The wine bottle was this great place that put us up for lunch it was a vineyard and horse rescue centre! The wine and food was so great that I was the only one who wanted to ride back to Voltera ,everybody else wanted to keep on eating and drinking (I was promised a killer descent!). The young guide said that he would abstain and ride with me if I wanted. The look on his face said the opposite, the place was beautiful, the food wonderful and the vineyard owner was promising much wonderful wine...I relented. We all got a ride back in the van.
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