Ride fields near Santhia. Photo credit: Annamaria Botto, Panaramio |
50 miles - Monday, October 3
Because
of campground closures we decide to inquire about a place approximately fifty
miles east before heading out on the road. The night before we’d communicated
with a gentleman in French, but now we’re face to face with a woman who only
speaks Italian. We utter a few words. Her dark brow lifts and she smiles,
pleased with our attempt at her language. She brings us frothy cups of coffee and
we sit with her, consult a map, and she helps us decide where to stay that
evening. As we roll out she waves and wishes us a good trip, “Buono viaggio!”
Andy at roadside shrine, northern Italy. |
The
woman’s goodwill casts a glow as Andy and I pedal through misty rain, for once not
minding the weather. Through Santhia and Vercelli farming continues and with it
traffic increases. Industrial buildings color the horizon. The campground ambassador
had forewarned us about congestion as we neared Milan. The rainy month of October
and lack of reliable camping tips our decision to check into a train. Leapfrogging
closer to Venice, would be the best option. It would allow a day in the city
and then head south for warmer, drier climate. Fingers crossed.
Ponte di Turbigo, Galliate, Near campground. Will cross it the following morning. Photo credit: Giovanni Sottile, Panaramio |
The
afternoon is humid and Andy comments how he’d be happy if his towel dried out.
It’s such a simple need, yet we know by now to remain flexible. By 5 p.m. we
roll into a campground northeast of Novara, in Galliate, along the Ticino River.
Camping is 25 Lira (17-18 USD), a comparatively steep price, and unfortunately without
hot showers. Mosquitos are free. We finish dinner and crawl into our yellow tent
as thunder and lightning drains the heavens. Hopefully the sky will clear by
morning. Then we’ll have a short ride to Magenta where we hope to catch a train.
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