The post you have all been waiting for! Thigh measurements. Just remember that bigger is not always better…
Right thunderous thigh: 56cm
Left thunderous thigh: 57cm
Right thunderous thigh: 51cm
Left thunderous thigh: 51cm
Right thunderous thigh: 49cm
Left thunderous thigh: 48cm
Hoping to leave Rosarno far behind us, we cycled out of our campsite and onwards. Our arrival to mainland Italy had been riddled with lost iPhones, rain, and strange-creepy towns. Nostalgic for dreamy seaside Sicilian towns, we were left wondering how many “Rosarnos” were to come.
Luckily Rosarno was not the Calabrian norm. We enjoyed the rest of our cycling in Calabria, especially cappuccinos on a sunny cafe patio in Pizzo, and watching the sunset while camping on the beach.
Monday the 30th however, was difficult. Towards the afternoon, our trusty regional cycling route turned into a large trucking highway. Then came the tunnels. Long, dark, narrow tunnels of death. There is NO light at the end of a dark multi-kilometre tunnel. Just darkness. So picture this: I am entering a dark hole in the mountainside where I am forced on the inside of the white line by the tunnel barrier, and I am starting to feel a little nervous. Then comes the sound. The sound of an avalanche building momentum behind my small flimsy bicycle. I assume that semi-truck drivers do not spend much time on bicycles in tight tunnels, because as they approach you, they honk. As if I need a warning I was about to be run over by a massive loud truck. If the noise and the truck weren’t bad enough, the wind completed my total desperation. The wind behind the truck slams into you and shudders your handlebars, a rather frightening phenomenon when there’s is no room for mistakes.
After a long row of tunnels, I was sitting on the side of the highway with my head in my hands unable to go any further. Luckily I am traveling with two caring individuals. As the first drops of rain fell, we exited the highway, cycled into Cetraro, and hopped on a train.
Our next stop was Praia a Mare. We cycled down a steep winding road from the mountains to the ocean. As luck would have it, we cycled into town and ran into the most absurd tandem bicycle. The front peddler was in recumbent position, while the back peddler sits in front of a large pile of bags, sport sticks, a stuffed animal, a bright billowing flag, and who knows what else. The best part was, we knew exactly who this was: Roberto. Gianluca, our Couchsurfing host in Messina, had told us about his friend traveling on his bicycle Va-Lentina (go slow), named after his now-ex-girlfriend Valentina. Gianluca told us ridiculous stories of accompanying Roberto up THE giant hill (the very one where Thomas lost his iPhone) with the chain falling off every 5 meters, and his friend nodding off in the front seat. It was quite the interaction! Roberto, and his new cycling partner Seth, were off on the train to Naples for some reason I never really understood. They broke down before reaching the train station… However, their enthusiasm and excitement was quite amazing, and that really seems to be all you need to succeed at cycle touring.
In Praia a Mare we stayed with our friend Iman’s parents. What hospitality they showed us! We ate more food than any sane human being can consume, and explored the beautiful beaches and streets of the town… but more on that in the next blog post…