Meeting up with a Tassie biker, learning a new word and complimentary port in the hotel room
A close encounter with a gravel road, stunning views of the Tasman Sea, no penguin sightings and a dodgy diner.
The last day in Europe, returning to the UK and the first time I dropped my Ducati.
I visited the Ace Cafe in Luzern for a burger and a sticker.
From the sunny Italian coast to the cooler heights of the Swiss Alps.
Tuscany and Cinque Terre really are mind-blowingly beautiful even when the choice of vehicle and outfits isn’t quite right.
I’ve brought Bella to her birthplace at the Ducati factory in Bologna and despite the rain we didn’t care and grinned quite a lot!
You know you are fairly rural when you wake up to the sound of cow mooing and the smell of a cow shit. That’s where I am at my happiest. … Continue reading Day 5 of “The real Du-cat-i” tour of Europe
Longest mileage of the whole trip, the most anxious day of all but loved all of it. Except for the breakfast!