|One of the many interesting clocks along the 465 road.|
After a brief downhill towards Sutrio, I soon began climbing – about 400 vertical metres - towards Ravascletto. The day, grey and wet and the roads empty, the village seemed as lifeless as the Melbourne Cricket Ground in October. Surrendering the altitude gained by the time I reached Comeglians – just a handful of kilometres further along the road - I pulled over in search of a temporary shelter.
If you’re keen enough to cycle throughout this part of Carnia you’ll find that there’s a good chance that it will rain just about every second day, even in summer. You’ll also discover that you’ll be either be riding uphill or down. There’s not a lot in between.
Riding for a short time along flat open road at the top of the pass, I soon heard the unmistakable reverberation of motorbike engines coming from the opposite direction. While motorbike riders are somewhat disturbing when a bunch of them tear past you from behind, especially from the inside of a long tunnel, it was at least an alternative to the unremitting sound of rain that I’d been subjected to all morning. Friendly, now standing on two legs and taking off their gloves and helmet, they stopped at the top of the pass for a quick chat. Four guys from Frankfurt Germany, they were on their way home after travelling for a few days through the Dolomites. Nothing surprising, they were just another group of the many - mostly German – motorcyclists who, like jackhammers, break the silence along some of the most peaceful roads.
|San Vito di Cadore and the Dolomites in cloud.|
Descending from the top of the Passo della Mauria, I soon reached the SS51 road which led me towards our two-night-stay at San Vito di Cadore. Late afternoon, the rain had finally ceased and the remaining 60 kilometres, through the picturesque Boite River Valley, travelled quickly. Along the road I passed more villages with their names ending in ‘Cadore’ than there are ‘Brightons’ on the Sandringham train line back home in Melbourne. But they at least had personality; each of their names – Pieve di Cadore, Tai di Cadore, Valle di Cadore, Vodo di Cadore, Borca di Cadore and no less, San Vito di Cadore – sound a little more vibrant than the fairly lacklustre alternatives of ‘Beach’, ‘Middle’ and ‘North’, afforded their Australian counterparts.
Arriving in San Vito around 6pm, cold, wet and hungry, I was looking forward to dinner, as well as meeting up with our Australian friend Eric who had been visiting his native Germany before cycling through parts of Europe. Aged 72 and amusingly self-effacing – often referring to himself as a ‘fat German’ who just happens to climb high mountain passes on his pushbike – we were going to climb the very formidable, Tre Cime di Lavaredo, the next day. Not to be outdone, Roz herself was going to walk up six of its eight kilometres to the top, before returning down the same way.
Some might say, ‘Why not just take the car!’
But if you’re fortunate enough to be able, the slower you travel, whether by foot or on a bicycle, the more you can see and feel. Sometimes, it’s just so much better to feel the cool air on your face rather than the air con from inside a car.
Books by Mark Krieger:
‘High Spain Drifter’ is available on Amazon , Barnes and Noble, Booktopia and other online bookstores.
‘Lycra, Lattes and the Long Way Round’ is available on Amazon, Book Depository, Barnes and Noble, Kobo Books
Both books are also available at local bookshops on the Mornington Peninsula: @ Rosebud Bookbarn and @ La Brocante
“Racing machines, the cyclist is a man half made of flesh and half of steel, that only our century of science and iron could have spawned.”