1 - EhOh-LèzGò!
It was finally time to leave.
The bridge comes as a May 1 Labour Day, as a bridge over the Strait of everyday life, such as a span of sun after so much rain and too much allergy, symptomatic or not.
is not just a trip, but a suspension to take with you step by step on a map, a return to the landscape, a beam of light on his canvas, if not a proof of the existence of god at least of own four bones.
We connected at a motorway services in decent time, I, Claudia and Frederick in a car, simone, paul, marina and Cristina in the other. We choose the alternative route to the motorway and we set off on Consular wages, between latches, corners, approaches meadows, Passocorese the outskirts of Terni autobiography very industrial, steel mills with broken windows, the cascade of marble, gas stations scenically placed, a Umbrian towns with few bars that sell sandwiches so that butchers in Quattrorose, devoted to Sinatra from the car, you get to Visso, formerly the province of Macerata, the Apennines on the hinge between the two dialects.
We leave the cars in a parking lot and check the consistency of the backpacks: Minimalist and some repented, expansionist others. Claudia soaking a couple of sweaters and a set of bed linen, others give up for the various jacket and any weather, in the end it is also expected good weather and warm, and towards the City Centre of ciàvviamo Visso, almost three minutes away from the suburbia more remote, that if makes you smile, you know you will be the largest megacities in our path.
ciauscolo and devour pork sandwiches at a local food to those who deserve the reports on the prawns and thereby legitimize the usury food.
quick reference on the course and prontipartenzavia, EhOh-LèzGò! , s'intraprende and you go, you should be happy with his legs, by doing so you go! ... And in five minutes to return to the starting point after crossing the country on a path to self-centered star.
We light a Civil protector that directs us behind the church, five hundred euro betting against our shipping, warning of the awakening of the snakes in place and still insisting on the beaten paths. Fuck, protected, we will be the same.
The road is really broken, however, some paving workers threaten to enlist as auxiliaries, so that you decide to get Ussita through the state, on the mere asphalt, passing herds of rainbow trout in the tank, someone fishing there as well ... where Dare pantofole.Ussita may have at least five shops and a hotel, sorry if this is poco.A, attracted by a sign that promises escursionale a branch of the trail, we set off for the first walk, a vertical climb until stroncafiato local cemetery, where perhaps there are more souls in that country. We see a football field, we face a crossroads, and peremptory falling back after an hour with pinpoint precision exactly one hundred meters ahead of departure.
continue towards the campsite, area Calcara, and flanked worth a cool ice palace, which seems out of the perfieria of Rostock in the seventies. The camp is a camp run by an absentee who all of a Romanian delegation. A lady truccatissima out apparently in his sixties maybe even eighty years old, it is stated sull'amenità of our presence. The owner made it known that they give us the Bungalo.
The Bungalo span a dozen square meters each, furnished by ethnic dead insects and rust of life lived with the arbremagìk the gas inside the boiler. We crammed in four and three seconds respectively the logic of male / female. The bathroom measuring three feet square, a tube pretends to be a shower climbing on the toilet, but now sgam.
Ammèmmì salt fever of the UEFA Cup semi-final. Televisorino and pull out the omelette with onions from the bag and try to tune the channel, except that the Romanian, who first brotherly hug me because he is a fan of Mutu, however, informs me that the 7 will not take.
Escurro across the country with the Navy, rails against the rampant and the troglodyte anafabetismo population stops at 1984 and clear evidence m'arrendo dell'inevidenza of the game, which basically been waiting for just eighteen.
At this point, he began racing my isolation from the rest of the group, I simbiotizzo her cell phone, forcing the patrons of the restaurant to be fixed for the entire half-hour teletext page 220, waiting for updates, and said that the dinner is at the place , draw a veil of compassion, and we spend the next day.
At this point, he began racing my isolation from the rest of the group, I simbiotizzo her cell phone, forcing the patrons of the restaurant to be fixed for the entire half-hour teletext page 220, waiting for updates, and said that the dinner is at the place , draw a veil of compassion, and we spend the next day.
... Er, tell me that Simone and I have all kept awake for an hour or so hotly on the political and screaming "because alemmanno ..." in the night, until I started snoring wildly during a break of discourse.
2 - Casali: Welcome to Uncle Scrooge.
Eaten a frugal breakfast of pandoro San Carlo, we face the question that comes to Calcara Casali. Calcara identify with the house of a peasant who bets one hundred euros against us, we make mistakes but route to the apt.
We are still off of the Sibillini, the signs latita.
The route starts with a drop of cinquecentometri uphill, in a stretch along a wooded valley to our left. Laboriously climb, the view opens up the trees and disappears civilization, bye bye I'll see you Sunday in the former pomeriggio.Passiamo Madonnella vote and come to a fountain in part, on our right the Montebove, with its teeth of rock and snow, glimpsed at the top of the eagles circling those that do not ever fly in flocks, but in small groups. The trail draws a kind of V, so that roam the valley, we encounter a kind of small snow-Mar de Glace and the source of a river, up close looks like a rock he throws a glass of water show begins to be intense, happily Cottages and back down until we get to a meadow in front of a stone church and a landscape of wide views, we reach the refuge.
Navy informs us that the manager of the refuge of the phone looked like an Old Houses on the Mountain, that he wanted to define us hikers, people who scorns the spirit of choice for convenience. Before the hut para a sign: "Here ' you eat!" And in fact we hungry wolves, wolves hikers.
Let the knowledge of the Old Motagna, which appears immediately to its peculiarity of being Old Marchica of the Mountain. sparagnino All is well, it pays to each optional part, the rest mancia.Concordiamo a plate of fettuccine with meat sauce, which to be four in the afternoon are fine, and as we head to the water boils stanze.Per climb must climb up a narrow staircase of iron from a manhole. An extra large bag would not move. The rooms are three contiguous but most are in an attic from the roof to stop raining, and a maximum height of eighty, at least 50 cm, near the pillow. The raindrops on the roof of camp foratini nose skimming the plaster walls have never seen: that's the loculos, my friends! The blankets aside, one euro each.
The bathroom is marked by the landlord, who uses the ashtray as a bidet, wc forced to rest while seated. Fortunately, the Navy brought Lysol.
So You Like It, therefore, go down to the noodles, hungry. Navy identifies sauce organic assortments ranging from one lung to the liver, but since everything is mixed in the stomach, transubstantiated even the meat sauce ... CIS, a local cheese and a loin semiartgianale, weighed in the secret rooms before arriving at the table, complete the swallowed.
to five, Simon and I decide to go and see the country. Has 26 roofs, turn far and wide and five ten restau in niches, local experts.
little to do and you get to dinner, hurry to sit down with the first of the nine covered otherwise you pay double. In the meantime, I find that the whole place is littered with explanatory signs, "in drink every night is twice as expensive," "The toilet seats are available at 20 cents and "Today a la carte lunch minimum of thirty €" underlined three times.
The Old Man of the Mountain seems to us therefore, as that is the miser Uncle Scrooge Dickens, as we imagine Uncle Scrooge on Christmas Eve in his loneliness with a nest egg in his hand ... but also makes a little effort. Some note the total absence of a feminine touch to the place. And maybe a hint to subdued "when she was" perhaps no more. Uncle Scrooge knows that everyone is asking but why do not you do to help, and without asking ognitanto mentions that tourists are sporadic, few gains and a bartender can not pay. Uncle Scrooge houses, cooking, serving, makes the rooms, contemporanemante answers the phone and he does not.
Therefore we await our turn for a la carte menu, all strictly frozen, yet maintains dignity at the end of dinner, even if the surplus of boar ordained by Simon and Uncle Scrooge takes a while to warm up cold breast , will never come back and finish - it's like it - the meat sauce in the CIS to the customers the next day.
passes through the evening entertainment trumps and commensurate with, and the little taste of him ripped off a couple of glasses of myrtle.
The next morning Uncle Scrooge has prepared a breakfast, but provided little fresh, with lots of Nesquik's addicted to exist between us. Reproaches us for leaving a light on-board trap, there is a total count by half a head Piotta (fifty, actually, which is thrown away noffink) and we take our leave, not before he had seen the number of milk Advanced, remote, tucked, and reported at the next table.
3 - Cupid, Bei Times
Today we Sibillini of the Ring, where a short distance we INPUT.
immediately began to do so with a triple junction, from which we leave it convinced that he had taken a short cut forest. After half an hour, the trail ends in weeds. Federico avanscopre a few feet without a backpack and realizes that dealing with a gravel slope of twenty feet landing on a paved road. It is not easy. Claudia load backpack and go. Monstrous. The last step I make them belly down on the ground with Federico recuperani to one of the backpacks. When I get under my feet I pressed a vice that most I can not explain. The other way for another, clinging to the trees reach the top. Brief but intense encore.
From then on, it's all ring. They come in a meadow plateau for lunch.
only around mountains. It is sweet to shipwreck in this Tues We extend our thoughts, the head area before staying in, shoot the minutiae, the intrusiveness, the superfluity, distractions, worries and around the mountain and is just a different concept of humanity.
We continue to Cupi, Zompa between views and entering the park, passing alri springs and exercise the muscles of the thirty-smile. The machines Visso two days away on foot.
from Cupid seems nice, but moral minimum.
The refuge is a shock, compared with the cells that come last. Run by three girls, exhibits stone walls, wooden interior, clean, colors and four showers in a clean box. There are even magazines on the table.
Emboldened as pilgrims looked after us and explore riumanizziamo Cupi, for the truth except for a closed museum of pastoralism, a church, a monument to the seven killed in World War I (no country of Italy it was saved) still closed and a bar with posters of ice cream with prices in pounds, he has nothing. A fierce shepherd lays down the extreme border of the country, it is only after herding goats.
As we retired to the country charts and in the meantime we tasted some great bruschetta oil and delicately made with much love. The dinner is promising and it keeps better. Stringozzi, fettuccine, gnocchi, orange beards, scallops in wine sauce, and juniper, wild sheep, ricotta and chocolate Varnelli (anise a local sponsor of the brochure distributed), coffee and ammazzacaffè: promises kept and applause at the chef. Spoiled and sleepy sera.La put an end to Saturday morning breakfast is another triumph of fresh ricotta, homemade jams and bread currant bruscato.Gioiosi round off the bill and go on. The difference in treatment, perhaps sinking roots in the protection of the route of the Ring heavily sponsored by the Marche Region, he must have contracted and funded the shelters covered in the nine stages, imposing quality standards turistofili.
4 - The Ring of the Sibillini
The last step in Gorno reserves the longest and perhaps most bella.Con statle of a sudden we come to Shrine of Our Lady of Macereto, where it is said that two donkeys were planted adamant after a mystical vision. A baptistery pandoroidale surrounded by porticos and air of Easter Monday on the lawn define the place.
scathes me a dejavu unexpected: there have already been in another life, I remember vaguely that there was a bride in the rain and the weather actually was about to change. I had asked some rush of memory that place was there. Sometimes it all comes back, now it's sunny, you continue to walk in front.
The went on a wonderful stretch of Ring.
overcome equine mountain and prance around the hills in bloom, expanses of yellow and bright green, chlorophyll triumphant trees, landscapes in the eye and in fact we lose eyes to impress nets. Two hours of walking in to eat an apple becomes an act of love for oneself. There is no ascent dolga.
When you see the advertisement of a gasoline which marketization itself associated with the image of an environment from brochures, do not believe. That's gasoline, the view is another thing about the experience and not passing through the tank.
remains is the time for the final stop, a sudden attraction entomologist for the lair of an insect and doubt that it was a nest of hornets.
tried to break up the last piece, Simone and I we are entering a path other pe r the alternative to the crossroads. Risbucheremo Visso exactly where to start on the day of the Protector Civil told us to go. If there was we could ask five hundred euro for a lost bet, but in any case, our bet is won, the trek had the desired outcome and leave here happy.
Walking is good.
In a good group even better, and remember it.
Fuck civilization.
Thanks, guys.
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Soundtrack
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Soundtrack
Usually I close you blog with text, for the first time I put a list instead. That
the pieces in headset or headphone out mentally surrounded the trip
De Gregori - General Live
Smiths - Half A Person
Sugar - Summer evenings
Breaking Benjamin - Autobiography Business
Michele Pecora - was she
Michele Pecora and Ivan Graziani - Fire on the hill
Pino Daniele - Na jurnata and sun
24 Grana - You're never cca
Sergio Caputo - What friend are you
Kraftwerk - Autobhan
Edoardo Bennato - buy sell
Vasco Rossi - Bring God
Bob Dylan - Hurricane
Dara straits tunnel of love
Tricarico - Vita quiet
Vasco Rossi - General
the pieces in headset or headphone out mentally surrounded the trip
De Gregori - General Live
Smiths - Half A Person
Sugar - Summer evenings
Breaking Benjamin - Autobiography Business
Michele Pecora - was she
Michele Pecora and Ivan Graziani - Fire on the hill
Pino Daniele - Na jurnata and sun
24 Grana - You're never cca
Sergio Caputo - What friend are you
Kraftwerk - Autobhan
Edoardo Bennato - buy sell
Vasco Rossi - Bring God
Bob Dylan - Hurricane
Dara straits tunnel of love
Tricarico - Vita quiet
Vasco Rossi - General
I park here also links to videos voiced with the flow of the photo:)
