Hey all you kids and others:)
A loooong while ago ut feels like since last time. Airbourne.se website has been on some sort of bootcamp for computers, been trained up to fight those evil, green and disgusting things called spamproblems. We are now back up on air again but I still want to call it a test. Thank you all for your patience and help with this. Blogging and sharing my experiences is very important to me ( and the whole basic idea of Airbourne) so lets cross all of our fingers that this works!
Well now back to the Adventure. My plan was to take on St. Gotthardspass in Switzerland to cross the Alps. Ideas in my head change a lot so that instead became Grimselpass and Nufvenenpass. A much better route when I looked more closely on the map. With Gotthard I would have to cross yet another 2 so my new plan is easier and better. Simple math in my ears. I followed Brienzerlake through Interlaken and then to Meiringen, where my first climb to Grimsel started. I had 60 km in front of me and it was tough but very rewarding. The views behing my back stroked me several times and I just wanted to get higher. A couple of turns from the top I got a present from a cool holiday boy gang. A BEER! It took me a good 2 minutes (longest of my life) to catch my breath to actually drink it but boy it was good….and COLD!. Thank you guys for this, really ment something:) Last turns went a little unsteady (yes, one beer can do that) but I reached Grimsel at 2100 meter. Tempereature up here was doing around 10 degress celsius and snow was around on occasional locations. Only one way to go and that’s the most fun one, downwords in 72 km/h. It always strikes me how fast you come down comparing to the climb up. I got myself to the foot of next days climb before dark rose. the village of Ulrichen. I washed myself in the icecold river and slept well.
On it next day to go back up, this time to 2481 metres, The pass is Nufvenenpass and was a climb just a third of the day before. A bit more steep but it faded away quick from memory when reached the top. I had now passed the Alpes! That deserve myself a good cup of hot chocolate together with some MTB-friends on the top. All they said about my bike was “vafanculo”, which is not really a charming word in Italian.
All way to Bellinzona (just before border to Italy, yet everybody was speaking Italian since the pass) was down, down down and I rested my worn out sprinters below my waist. I got a happy puncture here when I met Paolo, Claudio & Luigi.
They invited me to a bbq and later to watch some fireworks at night:) I had a great night, slept well on the sofa and spoke a lot to Paolo. You see, he’s moving to Tijikistan together with his family since his wife got work there. Together with him I made up a radical big change om my bike route. Here we go:
I AM CHANGING DIRECTION AND GOING WEST INSTEAD ( FRANCE, SPAIN AND THEN AFRICA).
This is due to the problems that can occur on Karakouram highway (worlds highest asphalted road) when I reach it. They can close the pass due to weather so with this new plan I have a bette chance of hit it right season. It also fits perfect with everything else so that’s the way we go now after Italy. I will meet Linda, whos coming to Pisa, end of August and then head west, after my birthday:) Excited to be so free and make these radical changes. Bicycle touring is awesome!
So big thanks again to these guys who showed me a great hospitality! I continued next day entering Italy and a 2 day transport down to Genoa. I had the luck of stopping by on this beach where I heard something was going on. Federico Coletti is a swimmer who took his freedom to swim 60 (!) km, starting on the evening and finished at the very beach where I was standing. I was him coming and applaused as high as I could. Great effort. See the pictures of this below in the gallery.
Genoa is a town I really want to forget. I got stomachsick and for 2 horrible days I just threw up everything that I tried to keep down. It was hot and I barely could move, all energy was gone. It was very hard since I had to get to the store and a place to sleep. The only freecamp place I found was on a hill, 3 km climb. That was impossible in my state. So a hotel was the answer in which I just spent the night going to and from the toilet. This continued on the nightferry to Corsica, where I had to book a cabin. Too bad since the boat was very cool:
My first 2 days in Corsica I just laid still in the shade, slowly getting better. Did not feel sick but had no energy or apetite. Third day I could actally ride a little bit and it was raining. To me, this was very welcoming since it’s so hot. I cycled and smiled, almost laughed to myself:) My originalplan was to to westcoast down, since it’s the most dramatic on the island. But my body said no, so I ended up rounding the northern top for just a sneakpeak adn then work down the eastcoast. A good plan I felt the upcoming days, my body now recovering more but still no great appetite. The first thing I thought was good to eat was a crepes inte harbour wating for ferry to Sardinia. At that point I felt everything getting better. Sure, the website wasn’t working but I laid that to the side and just focusing on getting healthy. Besides, internet was really bad around anyway.
I reached Sardinia late that night and camped next to a footballfield:) Then full throttle against Porto San Paolo and my first diving days. I rolled in and spoke to Launa, a very lucky meeting. We talked a lot about everything and she let me test and assembly my gear calmly so everything worked. I really felt the personal connection from first moment. When you go diving it’s niot just about the dive itself, most often you want to stick around, help a little bit and just spend some time with the guys around you. This to me, is a good diving athmosphere and I felt this in Porto San Paolo dive center.
First in the morning (7 o clock and well before the other boats) we left for “Occhio Di Dio” (eye of god). Giorgio led the dive (living with Luana and run the diveshop togehter) and was my first one in the mediterranean. Groupers, nice corals and shellfish showed themself before we ascended. A happy group also got offered chocloate Croissant:)
Day 2 ment a special place, Secco de Papa, which is one of those famous sites here. We went a little deeper and saw much more fish and morrayeal. I really enjoyed this dive, although almost my camera. Togheter with nice divebuddys in Nadia, fransesco, Vitale, Luana herself and Giorgi as the leader we had a great day. I rinsed my eqipment and dried them with a big smile on my face, couldn’t hardly wait for them to dry. That means next dive spot down the coast. I said goodbye to everybody in Porto San Paolo Dive Center and pedaled 70 km south to Orossei. Together with me a doggybad with present from Luana and Giorgi containng some local licour, 2 kinds of bread, chocolate and sweets. Sven was a happy boy! Cycling at afternoon/evening is amazing in this hot region.
So here I am, healthy with appetite and with a website that is actually working. I am uploading a 12 minute film from Switzerland which I will share as soon as it’s finished. Then another one with diving from Sardinia, Porto San Paolo, KT-12 wreck and some caverns. The caverns might be to dark but I bring the camera and see what happens:)
EDIT: HERE IS THE MOVIE:
Other than that many thoughts are around how hot it is here, 30-35 degress celsius so its a good “warm-up” for Africa. im going to be there during cold season but still its going to be sweaty:)
Yeahh, hope and morals up and good for future! Things are getting better and it feels great! Thanks for me this time and in hope of that the website kevlar suits up:)