arrived at Treviso airport at around 10pm after an uneventful
for the luggage to arrive I thought I'd try ringing Francesco to
see if he'd made it OK and to tell him we'd arrived.
Hopefully he could phone a taxi for us to get to the hotel (we
thought). Notice that we were already chickening out on
expanding our grasp of the Italian language! I could have saved
some weight by leaving the phrase book at home.
answered the phone and pointed out that he could see us through
the glass door at the airport (doh!). He was outside with
Miriam, a good friend of Sergio's who, unknown to us, had kindly
offered to pick us up from the airport in her car. How kind
is that - two total strangers! Henceforth she will be known
as St Miriam - patron saint of cyclists stuck at airports in a
the bikes and baggage and I must say it was great to see Francesco
after all this time. He was looking worryingly fit!
Miriam (who is always
smiling, God bless her) didn't
seem the least bit phased as we managed to squeeze both bikes into
her car. Konrad and I then got a taxi for the short distance
to the hotel where we checked in and then we all went out for a
late meal in the town. Pictures below courtesy of Miriam (we
forgot our cameras!).
Allan, St Miriam of Treviso, Konrad and two delicious
pizzas. Francesco has obviously been brought up
well and doesn't put his elbows on the table!
demonstrating how gaudily patterned trousers hide pizza