Not only my jokes are flat here!

Let's go to the sea!

There was only one problem: I had to leave my beloved mountains and go through endless flatlands! Long long terribly long and straight roads! Ugh!

What the hobbit's Shire is to him, the motorcyclist's mountain is to me, and it felt like the Dark Lord moved Mordor to Italy. Roundabout after roundabout, one Orc den after another, and no end in sight!

What are they doing with all these roundabouts? Do they want to practice curved riding in the end? Conquering the roundabout with the knee scraping?

Oh, and there are more towers here in the Po Valley than just two. Every few houses a small tower with a cross on top, if they were eyes, Zuckerberg would turn pale with envy!

Well, enough of my whining, one could already think I'm a Mundl in an undershirt!

I had the best weather! 25 degrees! I even considered spending the day wearing only a mankini and a helmet (would a mankini qualify as a safety vest?)

Anyway, I'm convinced that with the stench from the previous day, the mankini, and my substantial gut, the Italian marital landscape will be severely shaken!

I skipped Venice, nothing, absolutely nothing attracts me to such a tourist trap. So many people in one place! I will also avoid Rome!

The smaller alternative is Chioggia!

Here too, there are canals, bridges, ships, alleys, a port, and some old huts to admire! I liked it, and the smell of the sea was also present (could have been my armpits, salty smell and all)!

Well, that's it again!

P.S.: I had a few proof pictures that could prove Mordor and its many roundabouts here, but this darn internet won't let me upload them!

P.P.S.: Yeah yeah, keep the spelling mistakes....