9. - 10.6.24 - Arrival - Genoa

Here we go. Our trip to the Riviera starts on the day of the European elections. So first thing in the morning is to go and vote. And then we drive through Switzerland and the San Bernardino tunnel to Genoa, more precisely to a campsite in Boliosco, which is the first place east of Genoa.

I've had my first holiday love since I was fifteen. The sweetheart's name is Lilli, that's what it says on the tag that's hanging on the red and white tabby cat's collar.

10.6. - Bike trip to Genoa

We set off for Genoa. By bike, it's 15 kilometers along the coast. On the way there, we get a little lost, which means we have hillier, busier roads, but also places we wouldn't have seen otherwise.

Away from the sea, Genoa is all hills, and you hardly meet any other cyclists. Since space is very limited, people have always built upwards. There is hardly a house that isn't at least six stories high.

On the sea, Genoa consists, from east to west, of the old port, the new port and the airport, the base of which was reclaimed from the sea.

In front of the old harbor lies the old town, which we stroll through.