| This time I go riding the
scooter!
This is what turns in my head, so I call Cesare who gives me all
details.
We leave from Bologna early in the morning, so I have to wake up at 5
to
be there in time. Once there we wait for those who live not far but are
late, and finally my great adventure begins. We head to Milan where
have
made an appointment with some friends who join us and soon reach the
Switzerland
border. I'm excited a little as it's the first time for me to go on the
scooter in a foreign Country. Not far past the border we have to
realize
that we have leaved Italy at our back; the rain find us unprepared, but
fortunately doesn't last for long. We decide to stop for the night just
a few miles from the St. Gotthard tunnel, 18 Kms. long, so we think
it's
better to pass it the day after. Switzerland shows us all its beautiful
landscapes, I remember them from the Jamboree I attended before, but
riding
the Lambretta there is even better. All up and downs that at the end
head
us at the German border. We don't know alternative roads, so we follow
motorways to reach Holland; really terrifying. The German region is
very
big, so they have cleverly build their motorways far from the towns;
this
offer us an identical plain, which is very boring. At our low speed we
are often in difficulty as trucks and cars runs fast that makes us fell
insicure.
The third day from the start after 16 hours on the scooter we finally reach Wanroij; a winter climate welcome us, that makes us think to be in the Polar circle and not just in Holland. I need a supply blanket to not get frozen in the tent during the night. Worried about the long journey, we leave Italy on Sunday, while the Jamboree begins next Friday. Apart from various minor problems everything has gone all right, so we reach Wanroij in great advance. As I had already been in Holland the rest of the group ask me to lead them into Amsterdam. Friday morning people begins to arrive and again we meet old friends and make others new. As usual the Dutch have organised everything perfectly and I can remember the gala dinner as the best of the Jamboree I have attended. Everything has got and end and time to come back too soon arrives. Remarkable of the trip back are the very cold night we sleep again in Switzerland in the same Camping, where I park the scooter and go to sleep keeping my jacket on, a f.....g truck driver that pass me and Massimo in the St. Gotthard tunnel, which is one lane only and for an horrible moment I see myself splatted onto the wall. Not very effective. I finally come home the day after and a great experience has been done. What's the next? |
