Quarrel at the wrist!

Hell! What a lousy day I've had!

The traveler may consider today with inner conflict.

It was beautiful and yet it held an ugly face that I couldn't have imagined this morning!

The unworthy Gaijin's stomach rejoiced: a edible breakfast was about to fill it!

The long day began and it became long! It became very, very long...

The expectations of the Aspromonte landscape were completely fulfilled, the mountain delivered, but HOW!

However, there was an incident that really made me pensive:

I found a calf lying by the roadside, covered in swarms of flies and it was obvious to me that it needed urgent help. So I decided to stop at the next house and inform the residents there.

A few kilometers further there was actually a farmhouse and I knocked several times. First an old lady came out, with whom I couldn't communicate at all, then probably the daughter, but that didn't work out either, and finally the granddaughter. I explained myself using Google Translate.

The answer was: The calf doesn't belong to them.

When I remarked that it would surely die, they shrugged their shoulders...

I hope the owner found the animal.

From now on, the mood had a subtle fecal note with anus in the palate and methane in the finish.

Gioia Tauro was on the way and not far from the cargo port, Italy showed itself in a terrible form:

Completely littered, blocks of houses that are decaying and surely still inhabited. An obviously really bad area that someone even warned me about!

The counterpart was Tropea:

Dressed up, in fine clothes, trimmed, and pleasing to the eye.

...And man plans, and God laughs!

...And other people also planned, namely the Giro d'Italia, which just happened to take place today from Palmi to Scalea.

Exactly the track of my Berta so to speak!

Pure chaos! Road closures, endless traffic jams, all detours overloaded like only my scale, or Berta know!

This hell was overcome after about two hours, the equanimity of the traveler had suffered a bit and slipped away, as if oiled by pumpkin seed oil, was today's schedule.

Sapri was not far anymore.

But what kind of mischievous sign is standing by the roadside?

Well, the noble Italian road sign offered me the opportunity for a wonderful tour extension and TomTom didn't want to share this knowledge with me!

So I had to maneuver around a mountain four kilometers before the final destination, so that I could come to the neighborhood from the other side, and four kilometers turned into about 40 kilometers.

It was slowly getting dark, it was foggy, and it started drizzling!

A winding, mountainous, wet road, it was getting dark and I almost missed a cow on the road in the fog!

If I had any nerves left, they would have finally wrapped around that cow's udder, and from the ruminating representatives of those horned animals, I had already had enough today.

At around 21:30 I finally made it to the place, the BOSAMO only wants to blend in with the horizon and surrender its elvish body to the gentle kiss of the night.

P.s.: Error...snore...