It was my stupid need to get in Slovenia as soon as possible. The route through the Brenner Pass was not planned and I therefore had no maps of Italy on my navigation. A nice English speaking Italian boy had…
It was on a valentine’s day that I will always remember. I was exhausted watching yet another steep slope. I was tired, I had calculated that it would be another 60 kilometers. My cycling computer already counted 80 kilometers and I was not…