Monday 13 June 2011

Herod's not dead 14th giugno 2011



Herod's not dead 14th giugno 2011

On the 12th and 13th June this year there was a referendum in Italy. There were four areas of voting including nuclear, water, and wind power. The event was extremely well publicised with posters all over the towns, in especial areas for at least the last month. Further it was on several mainstream TV channels with extended debates about the issues involved. For me this was great as the speakers on the political TV shows spoke very clearly and slowly and I was able to understand the whole lot, if not every single word, and this is a huge change to normal TV, where I can just about understand a few words of MTV.it but anything on RAI Uno or RAI Due is a mystery!





http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-13741105


With the issues that have been seen worldwide following the Japanese Fukushima nuclear reactor disaster after the tsunami in March 2011 http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-asia-pacific-13017282 the issue of nuclear power has become of extremely high interest in many European countries. Silvio Berlusconi strongly supported the "nucleare si" but the vote went against him - "nucleare no". Turnout was 57% - pretty impressive (compared to 42% for the recent referendum on AV in the UK) and interestingly it seems that 96% were against Berlusconi for this issue, a clear indication of public feeling. Berlusconi seems to have taken it on the chin, and has said that the Italian people have made their opinion "clear" and that the government must now "respond fully" (I've lifted those statements from the BBC site - although I don't really understand how they can put such things in speech marks when they are not written in english.




The one thing that has really struck me was the fact that each person had to return to their home town to vote, which makes the turnout much more impressive. Now, from my limited experience, Italians are notoriously averse to travel, to leaving the safe hands of their mommas and nonnas, so this would be no great hardship to most Italians who will not have moved far from where they were born, however, to me this seemed like something from biblical times and I though immediately of King Herod, and the massacre of the innocents. Well, all my timelines and locations are wrong, but, when in Rome :)

Monday 6 June 2011

The writing is still on the wall. Le weekend, 4th giugno 2011



The writing is still on the wall. Le weekend, 4th giugno 2011

When you move to a new country you can learn the language in books, tv, conversations, but for me the place to really improve in a language is not in books, but when the language becomes something, when you feel the language. When I now say "Madonna" or "Madonnina" (Tuscan dialect version) I really feel it, the word is mnemonic, it has gone beyond the usual tapes that you listen to when visiting a country, but exists in your heart and soul and head.


On Saturday myself and a colleague took a spin up Mount Amiata, the closest mountain to us and only about 50km away from us.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Amiata


It is 1750m high (compared to Ben Nevis at 1344m and Snowdon at 1085m), has some ok skiing in the winter and is in a stunningly beautiful area, notably Montalcino where the best wine, or the wine with the best reputation in the area is made.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Montalcino


The ascent was harsh, but the roads were beautiful and the weather was a scorching 31C. We sought shelter under the trees, naturally on the wrong side of the road, and also from the huge numbers of motorbikes that were screaming up and down. The climb took us to the third and highest rifugio (ski base) where we enjoyed a light lunch before coming down again, boringly on the same roads.


http://connect.garmin.com/activity/90398073


Coming down was great fun. For about 4 hours we were aware of a big summer storm and could see lightning in the distance, but only ever caught the edge of this. We were able to hit 39.6 mph on the way down which isn't too bad, although I can do much better near where I live, and the roads were a little moist. The roads were steaming as the rain was hitting the very hot tarmac. Also the smells were fun as Mount Amiata is a very volcanic area and there are many "terme" or hot water thermal spas so there is a good smell of sulphur in the air.



On the way down I started to feel my back wheel slipping out and realised that I must have popped a tyre through some of the worse roads and it was going down. I stopped to change it but had a complete shocker - my spare inner tube I managed to snap the valve off whilst pumping it up with my rubbish pump, and we then tried one of the cannisters with goo but it didn't hold and so we had to spend some time going slowly (I had a nice slide out at one point, thought I was a gonner but just managed to hold on to it). Thankfully after a bit of walking we found a cycle shop and changed the inner tube and tyre. It's my fault, I had a nice Michelin tyre on that was old and had splits in it. Beautiful tyre but they don't last so long. Now I have a non-folding tyre on and although it will be more robust and last longer, it just does not feel the same as the nice tyre. Oh the yin and yang of cycling life, oh the bilancio!






We had a little light rain down the bottom and experienced a strange phenomenon where the rain from above was cold, but the rain that was splashing off the road was warm.



So, back to the writing being on the wall, there were a couple of nice phrases that I saw. The first was written on the road and left over from an ascent by the Giro D'Italia this year and the phrase was "Enzo Vola" - or "Fly Enzo" - what a beautiful phrase for when you are needing that extra bit of zoom up the hill. The second was graffiti on a road-side building "Romani a nanna" - "Romans go to sleep" and reminded me of "Romanes eunt domus" from Monty Python. This area south of Siena is where the Romans escape to from the city and the locals are I guess justifiably upset by them coming in and taking over. The other was an advert for a shopping centre/mall and the sign said "Ozi & Negozi" talking about one of the shopping centres in Siena, "Negozi" being shops, and "Ozi" being freetime. All these phrases have a nice "feel" to them and really help to plug the gaps in language for someone like me who is not very good or very natural at picking up languages.


So, the writing is on the walls, can sometimes be good!

Friday 3 June 2011

Is the writing on the wall? 3rd luglio 2011

Is the writing on the wall? 3rd luglio 2011

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/silvio-berlusconi/8546227/Silvio-Berlusconis-party-loses-key-Milan-election.html



Famous last words? Not tempting fate? Do not wish for what could come true? All this things bounce off dear Silvio like lightly bouncing things. This week the centre right coalition lost two key seats in the local elections - Silvio's heartland of Milano and also Napoli. Disaster you might think, that would kick most democratic PMs out of their seats, but Silvio it would seem. He has two year left to go and imagine that despite everything he will stay in until the end. Gotta admire his balls.





http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Italian_unification


Yesterday it was the national day. This year it is the 150th anniversary of the founding of Italy, well the Italian Republic. The unification of 20-something independent states, speaheaded largely by Giuseppe Garibaldi.





The anniversary was celebrated on March 17th 2011, so the national day seemed to be rather understated. A bit of rain, a small wind orchesstra performing in Piazza Salimbelli, playing some classical music, followed by the national anthem, but generally rather understated.






Italians are passionate people: passion about food, family, football (always things with F??), but are rather reserved about national identity. The north hates the south and has much greater rivalry than what I've seen anywhere else. Not only does the north hate the south, but the regional rivalries are just surprisingly huge. I'm not talking about Derby v Leicester, or Yorkshire v Lancashire, but it permeates every village, every city and every region. Recently we bought the Jamie Oliver DVD when he toured Italy, and the associated book.





I found the series amazing, very watchable (and shorter than Into the Wild in a previous post) and really very truthful about the differences between the regions of Italy. He said and he found that no matter how amazing the food was that he made in one town, he only had to go a few miles down the road and make the same dish and the Italians would hate it because it was different to the way it was made their and most importantly, different from how "nonna" - grandmother - would make it. In fact, in one shot he is making some roast meat and the nonna smells it and says "E puzzo!" - "it stinks!" - classic italian behaviour. They love their region, but as a nation they are not quite there yet. The south hate the north for having all the money, the north think the south waste all the money given to them and the Sud-Tyroleans wish they were not part of Italy.


Is the writing on the wall? For Berlusconi, it is on the wall, but the wall is high and the writing is small compared to the power he has at his fingertips so it will take a while. For me - who knows?


Ciao for now!

Giro di Picilia maggio 2011 - preparation





Image 1: Picture of Sicily with Etna erupting


Giro di Picilia - The Preparation



When myself and Stuart did the last tour (coast to coast of Italy, October 2010),

Map of coast to coast route 2010



incidentally our first ever cycle tour, we did a LOT of prep. We were overprepped if anything. This time things turned out very differently. Ideas started quickly after the last tour and we very quickly thought that the time and the place were perfect. Sicily, just a skip and a hop north of Africa so it should be pretty comfortably warm in early May, a time that fitted well with Stuart's Ironman training and my work schedule. Sicily is a big place, so a complete tour around was impossible so we decided that we would link up some interesting towns with the fury of Mount Etna - both of us decided that we didn't want a pootle around a place, but we really wanted to achieve something. The last tour had a been a coast to coast over a mountain range, a clear and achievable, albeit tough objective. This time the focus was Mount Etna.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Etna

Europe's tallest active volcano, a beast of a sight, and also featured in this year's Giro d'Italia, for the first time in 20 or so years. An absolute beast and was one of our must sees. In fact, it had erupted in January and also erupted one week after we were there and almost caused the Giro d'Italia not to go there - maybe it was the weight of my @ss being stuck in those light volcanic pumice rocks!


This time we would be three, Martin would be joining us for his first cycle tour. We had several main items to prepare:
1) Flights
2) Route
3) Accommodation
4) Kit list

Flights



Flights were fairly simple in the end. The capital of Sicily is Palermo, and is a big city, something like the 5th biggest city in Italy. Ryan air flies there very often and it turned out to be convenient to get there both from Italy and from the UK. The times didn't quite work out, so I would be flying in the day before, to scope out the area, and leaving a day later. This made sense to us so that I could use a bit of parlo italiano to check out the lie of the land. There is a special code for flying with bikes - oversized sports kit - it costs about 60 GBP each direction and is essentially weightless although for bikes it should be less than 25kg, and the bike container should contain only a bike - however, I have not seen this be checked.



The route



The route turned out to be difficult. Sicily is a big place, and the sights are spread out. I had heard that Taormina was great, we definitely wanted to Etna, and also that Cefalu was great, so we decided to do some train work on day 1 and then cycle back to Palermo. Last time we had cycled first and then caught the train back and it a was a bit of a faff, so we thought it would be better to reverse it, that is train at the beginning and then cycle back to the airport under our own steam. Trains in Sicily are TERRIBLE! In Italy they are generally very good, very cheap and very reliable, if a little old. However, in Sicily, being a very hilly island there are few routes and this made our selections possible. We spent a lot of time trying to find the right route but eventually we decided on the following:
Fly to Palermo

Train to Capo D'Orlando

Cycle to foothills of Etna

Cycle to top of Etna and on to Taromina

Cycle to north coast

Cycle to Cefalu

Spend a day on the beach

Cycle to airpot

This would work out to be about 5 days of cycling and would take up about 7 or 8 days, about perfect for the three of us. Unfortunately we would miss exciting places like Catania, Syracusa, Agrigento, the whole of the East Coast, and of course we were missing the port town of Messina (flattened by an earthquake at some point) - but all three of us were comfortable with this. Again, Stuart would print the maps off and laminate some of them. The time before he made laminated maps with route instructions for each 10 mile part using mapmyride.com however this time there was very little information on Sicily so very little route information. In the end, I bought a road map in Sicily which saved our bacon later down the road!



Accommodation



We are credit card tourists. That means we do not carry tents, just the very lightest of packs, complete with a credit card so that we can stay at B&Bs and hotels. This is the way that I like to do it, although it can be a little expensive in certain places. However, in Sicily there are not a great deal of places on the internet, except for Taormina, so it was very difficult to book places before we arrived. However, I did book and our route was covered, and only one asked for a deposit so all was good. I was expecting the conversations with the Sicilians on the telephone to be difficult but actually they Italian they spoke was very intelligible to my pigeon Italian so it was all good.

Kit list



Last time Stuart had laughed and laughed at the difference between our packs.




I had taken my old commute to work pack, which had space for a laptop to be placed on top i.e. it was huge. I am not know as a light packer. I cannot go for a day work trip without a checked bag and another bag - it's just the way I am, so last time I took lots of additional stuff that I just did not need or use, including extra tops, extra shorts, and of course the famous 0.5kg pack of prunes which we ate about 8 of that I lugged over 100s of miles and thousands of metres of altitude that I threw away at the end. Not only was it freakin huge, it also took ages to take on and off, whilst Stuart's unclipped. Also, since I had such a big bag and Stuart only had a tiny one - whenever there was anything additional to carry it went into my pack by default. Schweeeeet. So, this time, determined to be light I purchased a very small bag, with a small lightweight seatpost-mounted glide track, and two fold down portions. This was the big challenge for me, that I did slightly offset by using a triangle frame bag and a seat post bag too. Stuart was happy with and thus sticking with his last bag, slightly larger than mine without drop downs, and Martin being a newbie had to get something new and he chose a slightly larger version of mine. Interestingly - although they are from the same manufacturer and look very similar, Martin and mine's bags are not compatible due to the difference in the sliding racks they are on.

We spent a lot of time debating about the kit list, ensuring that we had enough stuff, and splitting certain things between us that we only needed one or two off, such as spares for repairs. We had many emails back and forth and a couple of telephone conferences to sort out the final details. One of the funniest moments in the prep was the genius comment by Martin on Stuart's request for a shower cap to wear under helmet if it was raining - the comment was "not needed - I don't mind wet hair" which nearly killed me and still makes me laugh!

Here is the final kit list: