Butterflies are flying around and we and some random horses are eating our lunch at the picturesque countryside of Italy. We’ve biked about 30 km up North from Rome, but there’s still approximately 20 km to go. We still have some spring in our step, so it doesn’t seem like a big effort, so ”andiamo” or something!
2,5 hours later
I was very, very thirsty, when we finally arrived at Mazzano, covered in blood and sweat. I rushed to the first gas station I saw, and desperately shouted ”AQUAAA!”, but the local Shell didn’t offer anything else than Windex, so I went around the corner to the gas station’s toilet and lapped up the water from the sink.
We continued our way, driven by a thought of a cool beer, and experienced a pleasant surprise when we finally arrived to the old city of Mazzano. The local bar owner Carla saw us and seemed really happy about it. ”We are so pleased to see you alive” she laughed.
It was a journey filled with blood, sweat and maybe even tears, but also fulfilling with spectacular views of Lazio ́s country side. Also there is no question that arriving Mazzano Romano’s old town Borgo was no disappointment. The fresh green and the charming old town was a price that could attract other expeditionists too. It was completely worth it. One could imagine that such a travel done with better bicycles and the route maybe connected to Mazzano Romano’s history might serve surprisingly well the revitalizing aspirations of the town.