I had explored northern Italy on a previous trip, and Switzerland just eight months ago. Those were excellent trips, but I wanted to stretch things out for this one--actually point the bike a direction and really go someplace.
The basic goal was Norway, although I didn't expect to get that far. But in general, that's the direction I had in mind. I hadn't given the return trip any thought; I'd work that out when I got there.
Preparation was much the same as other trips with the exception that I did not want to use saddle bags or a rear trunk. I wanted to pack just the bare minimum.
Of course, I would again be renting a Moto Guzzi (Stelvio) from Agostini Mandello with the help of Alis (and Alby, the new boss).
I took waterproof, laminated maps of all the countries I thought I might be in, but left all other references at home. I used a local Moto Guzzi Stelvio (at Motorsports Honda in Wichita) as a template to cut some straps for my waterproof duffle bag. I would take no Bungee cords.
Wichita to Houston to Newark to Milan. It's a long day.
Checking through customs and Immigration at Malpensa Airport has always been a breeze. I don't think I even ever had to stop walking to stand in a line.
A new hotel for this trip: The Mokinba King Hotel. This hotel is even closer to the train/metro station than what I had used previously. That they lost my reservation on the return leg is not promising, but even so, it's a recommended place to stay. Don't expect a large room.
The Pinacoteca di Brera is one of the top art museums in all of Italy. There is no consistency with this, but no photography was allowed in the galleries. The building is an enormous sprawling thing that seems to contain all sorts of galleries and classrooms and who knows what else.
The Museo Nazionale della Scienza a della Tecnologia covers all sorts of stuff. Everything, that is, except art.
It's nice that somebody salvaged these figure heads from decommissioned sailing ships.
Wire and pipe making was once (perhaps still is?) an important industry in the area. Some 19th century equipment was on display.
There were some remarkable clocks and astronomy instruments.
A feature of the museum is their exhibit of models of Leonardo da Vinci industrial items. Some were things that were built in his time, and others were from sketches that never were taken to completion. Of course, it follows that some were terribly impractical or even impossible, but most were entirely plausible and useful things. The water powered saw mill (below, right), is interesting as it is the same type as was used at Sutter's Mill where gold was first discovered in California (200 years later).
Dozens of attractive young women with numbers hanging from their neck receiving some sort of instruction. I have no idea...
...here's the explanation.
The Civico Museo Archeologico presents a view of Milan back into Roman times. I especially liked the large map that shows Roman buildings on a map of Milan. A surprising number of many of these very old structures still exist--tucked away in corners of modern Milan.
Two remnants of the old chariot racing grounds.
Just next door is the San Maurizio al Monastero Maggiore. Nothing from the outside prepares you for the inside--stunning. A very nice 3D view of the interior is available here.
Not so early the next day, I was on the metro, then train, to Mandello del Lario.
Mandello del Lario. It's an easy walk from the train station to the lake where I'd be staying at Mamma Ciccia's, as before. I would spend the rest of the day relaxing at the lake and walking around the small town.
The most direct route north is over Splüga pass. This is Isola, Italy, not far from the top.
I would imagine that there's always at least some snow on the ground.
As is usual these days, the border was open and the crossing was unmanned.
I avoided the main road, but kept to the older roads that dance around the newer route. The new road runs through the mountains in long tunnels. The old roads find their way the best they can.
Cazis. I bought a sticker that would allow me to ride the A's (Autostrada).
I knew nothing about the Tour of Switzerland bicycle race. Apparently it's a Big Thing. There were only a few riders at the front. Then there was a fair gap to the next larger group. Then, still further back was a massive bunch of all the other riders. I would later read that the overall winner was Fabian Cancellara (who is Swiss and the current Olympic gold medalist).
Landquart. I stopped at the market to pick up some bread and cheese. Then I noticed that they had fresh sandwiches already made. Add a bottle of Rivella, and I was all set for your classic Swiss lunch.
Maienfeld. This was a road that I had been on the last time through Switzerland.
Beyond Liechtenstein the traffic was bad and only getting worse. Stop-and-go for miles and miles. Something had to change. Earlier, I had planned to cross into Germany at Lake Constance, but I wasn't going to put up with much more of this. So just as soon as any road showed itself to go east, I took it. Better. Much better.
I followed a number of smaller roads that led generally north (and sometimes didn't lead anywhere). It was starting to rain, so Ratholz is where I stopped for the night.
All trips mostly followed the same pattern: Find a place for the night by around 6:30, and spend the next hour, or so, walking around the neighborhood. As I was packing only a single change of clothes, the first thing to do (before heading out) was to put the previous day's change into the bathroom sink to soak.
I walked these railroad tracks, not paying too much attention to what might be coming. When I noticed the cross-bars were lowering up ahead (where a road crossed the tracks), I still didn't see a train. But, I stepped aside, just the same. And, then this short four-car train came whizzing by at a very high speed making almost no noise at all. Oh, my! I think I'll be more careful the next time.
It was raining quite heavily the next morning, so I skipped the smaller roads and picked up the autobahn. Might as well make some time if I can't stop to look around. When the rain cleared, I moved over to the secondary roads, but it still took awhile to clear away from the heavily industrial area.
This is Oberkochen.
Rosengarten. By now, I had left all the heavy industry behind, and had somewhat figured out which roads would be the ones I'd want. I did my best to avoid populated areas.
I wasn't exactly sure where I was at this point, but the hills were beautiful and the roads were empty, so I just kept riding in the same general direction. I had already noticed that no matter how small the town, there was always a guest house available.
Hosenfeld. There were rarely large signs identifying the guest houses or hotels, but you could usually spot the beer signs, which amount to the same thing.
I don't think you could call Döner a strictly German food, but by any practical measure, it is. I gather it was brought by Turkish laborers after the war, and is now seemingly more popular than more conventional (by American standards) fast food.
A routine intersection that I sometimes struggled to figure out.
I stopped at Edersee National Park and hiked for a couple of miles. This is a beautiful area.
This Edersee Dam was famously destroyed by the RAF Dam Busters in 1943 (and was then rapidly rebuilt).
An orange flavored cola drink seems to be one of the more popular soft drinks. The one on the left is from Coke, and the one on the right is from Pepsi (although you would need to read the fine print to know that). I thought they tasted like Coke mixed with Orange Crush.
Brakel. There were a few towns that clearly were aiming themselves at tour-bus traffic. I tried to avoid those. But, really, all the towns in this region were very attractive, and all seemed to have very nice business sections, often with pedestrian-only streets.
Blomberg. This town turned out to be one of those tour-bus towns that I was trying to avoid.
I saw lots of fields of strawberries. Many, like this one, offered people the options of picking their own. Spargel is asparagus. The significant difference is that asparagus in Germany is white (?). The pairing of asparagus and strawberries might seem an odd one (at least it seemed odd to me), but that's how it was often done.
As usual, I wasn't sure what I had ordered until it came. In this case, I apparently ordered the Schnitzel equivalent of the Combination #1 plate at a Mexican restaurant. Kakao? It's just chocolate milk (I guess). Would you like a large dollop of mayonnaise on your fries? I must have said 'yes.'
I crossed a number of working canals with considerable barge traffic.
Leese is not an especially large town, but as always, there was a hotel downtown. I don't think that finding a place to stay the night would ever be a problem.
Verden. The cathedral had an amazingly tall roof line, which you could see from miles away. It dates from the 12th century. That's the Aller River.
I would love to have climbed above the ceiling to see how the roof was constructed. While the interior is very tall, it's not nearly as tall as the outside roof. The walls do not have wide buttresses, so the roof would have to be internally braced. I would expect to see some impressively big beams.
Bremervörde. I didn't eat lunch every day, and when I did it was pretty light. I stopped far more often to get something to drink (but, no more Kakao). Riding a motorcycle can dehydrate you pretty quickly if you're not careful.
I tried to keep to secondary roads as much as possible. This one would probably rate something less than that. I was impressed by the bricks.
My route was devised to avoid riding through Hamburg (which I would avoid at nearly any cost). That meant, that I would cross the Elbe on a ferry. The line to cross to the north was short. The line to cross to the south was a mile long. I took note of that.
Windmills such as these were very common everywhere. Actually, these are fairly small ones. I saw some that were as large as I've ever seen. Clearly wind generation is taken very seriously.
In most cases, the strawberry booth also had an asparagus sign built into the side. This one seems to be pure strawberry.
I couldn't tell you what I ordered (almost always the case). It was fully vegetarian and really quite good. Mostly potato, I believe, but I couldn't say what else. As was usual, there is no ice in the glass.
The stacked pigs are probably right out of the artist's mind. But, I'm guessing that the fox and rabbit are part of a well-known story (which is not well-known to me).
Thatched roofs were fairly common, or at least not uncommon.
Things looked pretty grim north towards Denmark. I encountered several fronts like this one. They always looked much worse than they were. I would ride in rain (sometimes heavy) for about thirty minutes, but then things would clear, and the day would look more promising.
It was looking increasingly like it would not be possible to continue as far as Norway. I had a route picked out where I would loop around Denmark before heading south. But the further north I rode, the more I became committed to going all the way. I knew that I was forcing myself to run at least a couple of future days harder than I'd like, with fewer stops.
Lustrup. I stopped at a Viking museum, which turned out to be a living Viking farm. Serious attempts were made to use only the tools and technologies that were available around the year 800.
There was to be a falconry demonstration, but I did not stay long enough to see it. These guys (below) look ready to go.
Working the fuel pumps was not normally a problem, but there were a couple of times that I was completely baffled. Even without knowing the language you can usually tell what order things need to be done and when it wants your PIN number. I was always double and triple checking that I was not pumping diesel fuel. In the US, green pump handles almost always indicate diesel. That wasn't the case, here.
This was a great day for riding. Quite cool (as I prefer), not much traffic, and really interesting scenery. I walked several yards into this field of barley (I'm guessing) for this shot. I was impressed that the grain was waist high.
I often had no idea what I might be ordering. In this case, I was pretty sure I didn't order this, but still, I must have. Anyway, whatever sort of bird it once was (chicken I presume), it was good.
Hirtshals. I started the day fully expecting not to cross over to Norway. But, by the end of the day I was in Hirtshals and was fully committed.
I did a quick loop through town before stopping at this hotel. The street in front was closed, so it was a bit more trouble to get to it. Later I found a much more modern place with a view of the ocean, but I'm sure it was far more expense.
As is generally the case for ferries of this size, motorcycles are "first on, first off." That's for the best since motorcycles have special needs, and don't mix well with cars.
I had packed my own tie-down straps, but I never needed them. The ferry company provided high quality straps for the job. Just a single strap across the seat is all that's necessary. Frankly, I hate riding on the steel surface of a ferry deck. A mixture of water and diesel fuel on steel is a bad combination.
The crossing takes a few hours.
I didn't plan to spend any time in Kristiandsand. After rolling off the boat, I'd pick up the main highway north out of the city.
The coastline is anything but straight. There are many inlets and islands and narrow passageways. Consequently the road is also rather winding with several tunnels.
By this time, I'd fully sorted how best to pack the bag and strap it down.
Notice the yellow centerline and white borders. This has for many years been the standard in the U.S., but Norway was the first place I'd seen this done in Europe.
The steeples of Denmark churches have a folded roof (much like a house) while those in Norway come to a point (there are plenty of exceptions, of course).
This was the more luxurious hotel I stayed in during the trip.
Compared to all the others, this room was enormous. Behind me is a separate sitting room.
Larvik is the birthplace of Thor Heyerdahl, and there was a memorial statue of him.
Whale beef is on the menu. Should I? I do.
The route avoided Oslo by diving under the sea and shortcutting south around the city.
Generally, what seemed to be lakes was actually a long inlet of the ocean.
Sannäs. I saw that dark cloud up ahead, and prudently pulled into this small village to see what it was up to. I don't mind riding in rain (I had plenty of that), but I don't especially like riding in heavy thunderstorms.
It isn't hard finding old highways that have been bypassed by something much bigger.
Tanum. This was a museum of the bronze age and was centered around artwork and symbols that had been carved into the large flat rocks of the area.
Today was Summer Solstice. A maypole (or whatever it might be called in Sweden) was being prepared. The festivities were planned in a few hours, but I did not wait to see them. Anyway, I was impressed by the large pile of daisies.
The dashed white lines on the side of the road give it away, but otherwise this could be a scene from Minnesota.
This hotel seemed to be more of a convention facility, but it was centrally located in Kungsbacka, and was quite nice. I never would spend too much time hunting for a hotel.
This maze was next to a church. I solved it by looking at it, but didn't walk it. It is intended to put you in a contemplative mood (presumably of a religious nature).
Landskrona. This was to be the last stop before crossing over the bridge to Denmark.
It would have been easy to stay on the 'A' roads (freeways), but then I wouldn't have seen much of anything. I generally had a good feel for which secondary roads to take so that I would eventually hook back to the 'A'. On occasion I guessed wrong, but mostly it worked.
We're back in the land of steeples with a simple folded roof.
A beautiful house.
Bregentved. This was a private residence.
I crossed any number of striking bridges. Unfortunately, only a few gave me a chance to take a photograph.
My return to Germany would be across the sea.
This boat wasn't as large as the one I took to Norway.
Bad Oldesloe. It was good to stop somewhat earlier so I could figure out where I wanted to go next.
The idea was to ride south with a somewhat easterly slant. I might even cross into the Czech Republic, and would certainly enter Austria before crossing back into Italy. That was the plan. It was a good one.
Lauenburg (on the Elbe).
Hösseringen. This was a small village with a natural park nearby. You wouldn't expect to find such a large and nice restaurant. As seemed to always be the case, I was eating at a time when nobody else was, so the place was empty.
I have no idea what I ordered, but it was especially good.
I wasn't heading towards the east as I expected I would. No problem. This is the Hartz mountain, a terrific motorcycling area as evidenced by all the motorcycles.
Freidland. What a nice little town this is. The hotel turned out to be a much larger and nicer place than I expected when I first pulled in.
The eastern route was out. I am now heading towards France. Why the change? I came to an intersection, and decided to turn right instead of left. And too, I didn't have a map of Austria, but did have a map of France. Doing this would require that I spend at least one day (and possibly two) hustling down the Autobahn. I would not have much time to poke around the smaller roads.
That's France across the Rheine river; I'm standing in Germany. There's a freeway on each side, and hardly any bridges between the two. I ended up riding all the way to Basel Switzerland before I crossed the river.
After some false starts, I finally found a road that was heading in mostly the direction I wanted.
Carspach. This little town was about a mile from my country hotel.
A rail bridge across a broad valley.
This was the main reason for my long arc into France: the French Alps.
In France, motorcycles are not exempted. These are expensive tolls.
These western hills were part of the most beautiful area I rode during the entire trip. The pavement was often not much more than a single lane wide, but being on a motorcycle, that is rarely a problem.
The Guzzi Stelvio is the ideal motorcycle for these roads. It has plenty of power, and a very wide torque band. I could keep it in 2nd gear and carve through all but the most convoluted roads.
Seez for the night. That day I had expected to cross over Little San Bernardino Pass. But, when I reached Seez, it was good time to stop for the evening. Naturally (as was typical for the entire trip), my plans that evening would change the next morning.
Do you see that dormer window on the roof? That's my room. Sixty steps to get there. I counted.
The view out my window was a good one.
D1090 was what I was intending in the evening; D902 was what I would take the next morning.
I've ridden plenty of Alpine passes, but this might be the best.
The road dropped lower and lower and lower. Through that last V-notch on the horizon is Torino and heat and traffic.
The final miles were spent droning across the plains to Milano. There's not much to see from the Autostrada, but I didn't have time to take any other route.
The new owner, Alby, easing into the bosses seat. That's Tatiana looking very studious. It's time to pay.
I would spend one more night in Mandello del Lario...
...before leaving from the train station back to Lecco and then Milano.
As mentioned earlier, the King Hotel lost my reservation, so they transferred me to one of their sister hotels not far from the Central Train Station.
Because of this, I used the bus service to the airport the next morning instead of the Malpensa Express train (which leaves from a different station).
There's not much to do on the flight--playing hangman on the seatback video screen is one.
A terrific trip. Thanks to Alis and Alby for making it possible!