http:// New blogs from Veronicuccio on My Budget Travel Tue, 08 Jul 2008 05:22:47 GMT Tue, 08 Jul 2008 05:22:47 GMT bthelp@budgettravel.com (BTeditor) bthelp@budgettravel.com (BTeditor) KickApps Feed Builder 2008-07-08T05:22:47Z 2 http://mybt.budgettravel.com/service/searchEverything.kickAction?as=21864&sortType=recent 0 http://mybt.budgettravel.com/_Our-Biking-Trip-in-Tuscany-and-Marche-in-Italy/BLOG/79121/21864.html [image] Friday 1 July 2005 I purchased my first moleskine (notebook used by Matisse, Céline, Hemingway and in particular by Bruce Chatwin that made him famous by writing notes of his mythical trip to Patagonia), in the hope of write reports of future travel and experience worthy of being transcribed and remember. Only a few hours after receiving the unexpected call from Antonio (like me belonging to the "Jesi Cycling Team," amateur cycling team) I propose to participate on 9 and July 10 to the trip Fabriano - Pisa, in two stages, of course cycling. In total about 420 km but I will ensure that cycling for 20 km / h, which will carry out various stops for refreshments. This year a shortage of kilometres (due mainly to my laziness) associated with an increase of body weight (I never tired of eating) have resulted in an inexorable decline of my cycling performance, so despite the sudden proposal Antonio did me, I was hesitant about the success of the trip. But given that: - The date on which the "dispatch" perfectly in line with my leave; - I had planned some trips outside the city - I promised myself that during the holidays would have devoted more time to neglected bicycle in order to reverse the upward trend in "quantity kilometres travelled" and "amount of body weight lost" - I just bought a moleskine and are eager to "write it" with my travel notes (unfortunately rare), I could not help but accept the invitation of Anthony. Two days after the trip: [image]Pedalling ten hours daily on Saturdays and Sundays and aftermaths of fatigue not permit me to write the first of an hour on my travel notebook. The "dispatch" was accomplished, fatigue is only a memory (not so far however), but the memories are still fresh so I appresto to tell the report. Saturday, July 9, 2005 1st stage: Fabriano - Castel del Piano Meeting at the gardens of Fabriano. Before embarking galleries, even after ½ hours pedalling, Oliviero has a mechanical problem that requires the intervention of van support (the flagship) which involves about 30 minutes of non-stop scheduled, which makes the participants aware that cycling are 17 and that inevitably some people think that "good days can be seen from morning." NOT BE SO! In two days this will be the only mechanical failure even if, in any adventure that respects, contingencies will not fail. After passing Osteria del Gatto and crossing Gubbio, we visited a remarkable medieval building situated on a rocky hill that will prove Castle Antognolla, of '200 origins. The wind is favourable, the path (so far) is mainly flat. It begins to glimpse Lake Trasimeno and the sight of water surrounded by hills of Umbria is corroborant for body and spirit. Italo, designer of the trail, makes us climb on top of Monte del Lago. Fatigue of tears is compensated by the incomparable landscape and the rest made their long lake. ...the trip continues in the next journals...stay tuned! Photo Credit: Enrico from Trip Adventure Nonprofit organization [image] Friday 1 July 2005 I purchased my first moleskine (notebook used by Matisse, Céline, Hemingway and in particular by Bruce Chatwin that made him famous by writing notes of his mythical trip to Patagonia), in the hope of write reports of future travel and experience worthy of being transcribed and remember. Only a few hours after receiving the unexpected call from Antonio (like me belonging to the "Jesi Cycling Team," amateur cycling team) I propose to participate on 9 and July 10 to the trip Fabriano - Pisa, in two stages, of course cycling. In total about 420 km but I will ensure that cycling for 20 km / h, which will carry out various stops for refreshments. This year a shortage of kilometres (due mainly to my laziness) associated with an increase of body weight (I never tired of eating) have resulted in an inexorable decline of my cycling performance, so despite the sudden proposal Antonio did me, I was hesitant about the success of the trip. But given that: - The date on which the "dispatch" perfectly in line with my leave; - I had planned some trips outside the city - I promised myself that during the holidays would have devoted more time to neglected bicycle in order to reverse the upward trend in "quantity kilometres travelled" and "amount of body weight lost" - I just bought a moleskine and are eager to "write it" with my travel notes (unfortunately rare), I could not help but accept the invitation of Anthony. Two days after the trip: [image]Pedalling ten hours daily on Saturdays and Sundays and aftermaths of fatigue not permit me to write the first of an hour on my travel notebook. The "dispatch" was accomplished, fatigue is only a memory (not so far however), but the memories are still fresh so I appresto to tell the report. Saturday, July 9, 2005 1st stage: Fabriano - Castel del Piano Meeting at the gardens of Fabriano. Before embarking galleries, even after ½ hours pedalling, Oliviero has a mechanical problem that requires the intervention of van support (the flagship) which involves about 30 minutes of non-stop scheduled, which makes the participants aware that cycling are 17 and that inevitably some people think that "good days can be seen from morning." NOT BE SO! In two days this will be the only mechanical failure even if, in any adventure that respects, contingencies will not fail. After passing Osteria del Gatto and crossing Gubbio, we visited a remarkable medieval building situated on a rocky hill that will prove Castle Antognolla, of '200 origins. The wind is favourable, the path (so far) is mainly flat. It begins to glimpse Lake Trasimeno and the sight of water surrounded by hills of Umbria is corroborant for body and spirit. Italo, designer of the trail, makes us climb on top of Monte del Lago. Fatigue of tears is compensated by the incomparable landscape and the rest made their long lake. ...the trip continues in the next journals...stay tuned! Photo Credit: Enrico from Trip Adventure Nonprofit organization Tue, 08 Jul 2008 05:22:47 GMT http://mybt.budgettravel.com/_Our-Biking-Trip-in-Tuscany-and-Marche-in-Italy/BLOG/79121/21864.html Veronicuccio 2008-07-08T05:22:47Z My Budget Travel [image] Friday 1 July 2005 I purchased my first moleskine (notebook used by Matisse, Céline, Hemingway and in particular by Bruce Chatwin that made him famous by writing notes of his mythical trip to Patagonia), in the hope of write reports of future travel and experience worthy of being transcribed and remember. Only a few hours after receiving the unexpected call from Antonio (like me belonging to the "Jesi Cycling Team," amateur cycling team) I propose to participate on 9 and July 10 to the trip Fabriano - Pisa, in two stages, of course cycling. In total about 420 km but I will ensure that cycling for 20 km / h, which will carry out various stops for refreshments. This year a shortage of kilometres (due mainly to my laziness) associated with an increase of body weight (I never tired of eating) have resulted in an inexorable decline of my cycling performance, so despite the sudden proposal Antonio did me, I was hesitant about the success of the trip. But given that: - The date on which the "dispatch" perfectly in line with my leave; - I had planned some trips outside the city - I promised myself that during the holidays would have devoted more time to neglected bicycle in order to reverse the upward trend in "quantity kilometres travelled" and "amount of body weight lost" - I just bought a moleskine and are eager to "write it" with my travel notes (unfortunately rare), I could not help but accept the invitation of Anthony. Two days after the trip: [image]Pedalling ten hours daily on Saturdays and Sundays and aftermaths of fatigue not permit me to write the first of an hour on my travel notebook. The "dispatch" was accomplished, fatigue is only a memory (not so far however), but the memories are still fresh so I appresto to tell the report. Saturday, July 9, 2005 1st stage: Fabriano - Castel del Piano Meeting at the gardens of Fabriano. Before embarking galleries, even after ½ hours pedalling, Oliviero has a mechanical problem that requires the intervention of van support (the flagship) which involves about 30 minutes of non-stop scheduled, which makes the participants aware that cycling are 17 and that inevitably some people think that "good days can be seen from morning." NOT BE SO! In two days this will be the only mechanical failure even if, in any adventure that respects, contingencies will not fail. After passing Osteria del Gatto and crossing Gubbio, we visited a remarkable medieval building situated on a rocky hill that will prove Castle Antognolla, of '200 origins. The wind is favourable, the path (so far) is mainly flat. It begins to glimpse Lake Trasimeno and the sight of water surrounded by hills of Umbria is corroborant for body and spirit. Italo, designer of the trail, makes us climb on top of Monte del Lago. Fatigue of tears is compensated by the incomparable landscape and the rest made their long lake. ...the trip continues in the next journals...stay tuned! Photo Credit: Enrico from Trip Adventure Nonprofit organization adventure, bike, cycling, florence, hills, italy, pisa, travel, tuscany, umbria nonadult false Our Biking Trip in Tuscany and Marche in Italy text blog adventure,bike,cycling,florence,hills,italy,pisa,travel,tuscany,umbria 623 0 0.0 http://mybt.budgettravel.com/service/displayKickPlace.kickAction?u=2663191&as=21864 http://media.kickstatic.com/kickapps/images/user/defaultImage_160x120_B.jpg false Italy Tuscany 0 0 79121 2663191 250 http://mybt.budgettravel.com/_My-first-trip-in-Sicily-Palermo/BLOG/63624/21864.html Palermo is louder and shoutier than I remember but it’s also more elegant. Well, some places are. The ones that pay their protection money that is... The others are made up of crumbling buildings, half-open to the sky, showing what’s left of their previous lives - a sink attached to a wall, speckled and torn wallpaper, a skylight.... While every paper proclaims the success of the war on cosa nostra, and the Falcone-Borsellino airport is named after two martyred antimafiosi, it seems the streets tell a different story. Where once there was organisation, now there is chaos. Clearing up the corruption has left a vaccum. Once up on a time you knew who to pay to get your building put up, your streets cleaned. Take away the centuries old rotten structure of bribery, extortion and corruption and you’re left with rotten structure on the streets. While Sicily’s politicians are doing a great job at clearing up at the top, it baroque isaac Seems that they’ve neglected to put a structure in at the bottom that was previously offered by the antistate. What the future will bring is anyone’s guess... While over the years I’ve changed from being addressed as ‘Signorina’ to ‘Signora’ ( I can’t work out if this is a good or bad) one that hasn’t changed is Italian TV. Still the gurning presenters with waist-length hair and Donatella-style pouts. Plunging, sequinned minidresses, that should have been banned in the ‘80s, shimmer off the arms of white suits. And that’s just the newsreaders. Talent shows, of which there are nearly as many as we have, are a whole different song and dance. The cheeky young women are everywhere. The beauty of Palermo is the mix of Baroque and Norman architecture, sometimes not only side by side but sometimes as part of the same building. La Martorana for instance, whose 12th century triple arches house both mosaics and rich carvings. Every winding street offers up countless places to pray, sometimes one just across from another. However my own form of praying proved harder to find, though when we did settle down to some clamari, octopus (see below) or the walkway. More typical Pasta con Sarde (pasta with sardines) we found ourselves paying London prices, which often left a bitter taste. Palermo is louder and shoutier than I remember but it’s also more elegant. Well, some places are. The ones that pay their protection money that is... The others are made up of crumbling buildings, half-open to the sky, showing what’s left of their previous lives - a sink attached to a wall, speckled and torn wallpaper, a skylight.... While every paper proclaims the success of the war on cosa nostra, and the Falcone-Borsellino airport is named after two martyred antimafiosi, it seems the streets tell a different story. Where once there was organisation, now there is chaos. Clearing up the corruption has left a vaccum. Once up on a time you knew who to pay to get your building put up, your streets cleaned. Take away the centuries old rotten structure of bribery, extortion and corruption and you’re left with rotten structure on the streets. While Sicily’s politicians are doing a great job at clearing up at the top, it baroque isaac Seems that they’ve neglected to put a structure in at the bottom that was previously offered by the antistate. What the future will bring is anyone’s guess... While over the years I’ve changed from being addressed as ‘Signorina’ to ‘Signora’ ( I can’t work out if this is a good or bad) one that hasn’t changed is Italian TV. Still the gurning presenters with waist-length hair and Donatella-style pouts. Plunging, sequinned minidresses, that should have been banned in the ‘80s, shimmer off the arms of white suits. And that’s just the newsreaders. Talent shows, of which there are nearly as many as we have, are a whole different song and dance. The cheeky young women are everywhere. The beauty of Palermo is the mix of Baroque and Norman architecture, sometimes not only side by side but sometimes as part of the same building. La Martorana for instance, whose 12th century triple arches house both mosaics and rich carvings. Every winding street offers up countless places to pray, sometimes one just across from another. However my own form of praying proved harder to find, though when we did settle down to some clamari, octopus (see below) or the walkway. More typical Pasta con Sarde (pasta with sardines) we found ourselves paying London prices, which often left a bitter taste. Tue, 03 Jun 2008 20:02:25 GMT http://mybt.budgettravel.com/_My-first-trip-in-Sicily-Palermo/BLOG/63624/21864.html Veronicuccio 2008-06-03T20:02:25Z My Budget Travel Palermo is louder and shoutier than I remember but it’s also more elegant. Well, some places are. The ones that pay their protection money that is... The others are made up of crumbling buildings, half-open to the sky, showing what’s left of their previous lives - a sink attached to a wall, speckled and torn wallpaper, a skylight.... While every paper proclaims the success of the war on cosa nostra, and the Falcone-Borsellino airport is named after two martyred antimafiosi, it seems the streets tell a different story. Where once there was organisation, now there is chaos. Clearing up the corruption has left a vaccum. Once up on a time you knew who to pay to get your building put up, your streets cleaned. Take away the centuries old rotten structure of bribery, extortion and corruption and you’re left with rotten structure on the streets. While Sicily’s politicians are doing a great job at clearing up at the top, it baroque isaac Seems that they’ve neglected to put a structure in at the bottom that was previously offered by the antistate. What the future will bring is anyone’s guess... While over the years I’ve changed from being addressed as ‘Signorina’ to ‘Signora’ ( I can’t work out if this is a good or bad) one that hasn’t changed is Italian TV. Still the gurning presenters with waist-length hair and Donatella-style pouts. Plunging, sequinned minidresses, that should have been banned in the ‘80s, shimmer off the arms of white suits. And that’s just the newsreaders. Talent shows, of which there are nearly as many as we have, are a whole different song and dance. The cheeky young women are everywhere. The beauty of Palermo is the mix of Baroque and Norman architecture, sometimes not only side by side but sometimes as part of the same building. La Martorana for instance, whose 12th century triple arches house both mosaics and rich carvings. Every winding street offers up countless places to pray, sometimes one just across from another. However my own form of praying proved harder to find, though when we did settle down to some clamari, octopus (see below) or the walkway. More typical Pasta con Sarde (pasta with sardines) we found ourselves paying London prices, which often left a bitter taste. adventure, catania, italy, palermo, sicily, south, travel, trips nonadult false My first trip in Sicily - Palermo text blog adventure,catania,italy,palermo,sicily,south,travel,trips 666 0 0.0 http://mybt.budgettravel.com/service/displayKickPlace.kickAction?u=2663191&as=21864 http://media.kickstatic.com/kickapps/images/user/defaultImage_160x120_E.jpg false 0 0 63624 2663191 250