I’m all packed and ready for my next bicycle holiday.
I’m flying to Catania on Sicily to start the long way back home through the center of Italy. Without a fixed goal, I’ll see how fast and far I come and where, after 3 weeks of riding, I’ll eventually board a train home.
The flight is delayed by half an hour but goes smoothly otherwise. The view over the alps and northern Italy is beautiful.
Catania airport is certainly not prepared for cyclists. I have to wait half an hour after all the luggagr has arrived for my bike to come in at the oversize luggage sign, but only after I ask at the lost luggage counter they deem to bring it out.
At least I find a decent sleeping spot next to the airport quickly.
