Ishicilelwe: 15.05.2022
And the Lord spoke: Subdue the valleys beneath you!
Halbgott Rossi descended to Earth and gave us the curve.
'And you shall have a beautiful, grippy asphalt,' spoke the Halbgott as he formed Cinque Terre and Piemont.
And when he saw that motorcycles of all kinds gathered in these holy halls of curviness, the Lord Rossi smiled, for he saw that it was good.
So he took his best, red Ducati, donned his finest racing leather upon his Adonis-like body, and taught the Italians how to shape the landscape with thick, black strokes.
And the unworthy traveler breathed clean air once again, enriched with heavenly elderflower scent!
Memories of home, of this wonderful, sweet elderberry juice with a hint of lemon flavor flooded my brain, and boy, do I really crave for such stuff now!
And crave I did for these roads!
Today was the finest curve grinding!
Actually, I always wanted to gently spare Berta so she wouldn't get mad at me, but today the old fool just went crazy.
There were too many beautiful curves with the finest asphalt!
Cinque Terre is another steep coast and truly: it is worth making a detour, just do it BEFORE Amalfi.
Here too, wonderful impressions have been etched into the non-existent brain of the ignorant.
Even here, the Gaijin's impaired eye often couldn't get enough of the landscape.
But the roads of Piemont, lined with lush, dense green, white elderflower bloom and scent, were like a single, long caress for the weary soul of the traveling moped enthusiast, and because of this caress, I completely forgot about taking pictures!
P.s.: You can also forget about my German skills!