November 3, 2019
Day 46 - Ariano Irpino to Candela
Who Let The Dogs Out
'Oooh', another day of cycling in the Apennines our thighs excitedly exclaimed this morning.
'Yeah!' said our noses as the water dripped off them from the pouring rain as we set off.
'This is exciting - have another shot of adrenaline' our amygdala system shouted out as yet another pack of large dogs raced towards us as we were grinding up another 12% grade hill.
In spite of all this, we had a pretty good day. Short, more downhill than uphill, probably more time without rain than with ... and we crossed over into Pulgia. That's the place with the beautiful ancient white stone cites, the endless blue skies and the calm Adriatic sea stretching out before you isn't it?
At least in the postcards it is and hopefully in a few days time we will get to see all this. Today though was one of those sort of days where you just have to get it done. This was driven almost entirely by the weather as the country side continues to be gorgeous and the biking, while certainly physically challenging on some of the uphills, is for the most part sublime.
The wind really picked up last night and when we awoke this morning, there rain was coming down, hard. The forecast called for this for most of the day. Sensible folks probably would have booked another night at "The Biffy", but being unusually organised and planning forward, we have booked the next few nights ahead through to Matera. Staying a day to wait out the rain would be a big hit to the pocket book for two folks with a lot of Scots lineage! So off into the rain it was.
We intentionally planned a short day distance wise, knowing that it would also entail about 1000+ m of climbing (and pushing). However we would also cross over 'the divide' of the Appenines and it will be more or less net downhill to Lecce after today. We like to kid ourselves with the concept of 'net elevation' here in Italy. The reality is that there is a lot of both up and down every day.
We also had a 'first' in all of our years of touring right out of the gate today. We started off on a down hill run out of Ariano, in pouring rain, with me in the lead. After about 800 m our route turned off the main road and took a steep drop on a secondary 'farm' road. Just as I was making the left turn, a passing car honked his horn and waved at me ... this isn't that uncommon ... someone trying to give you a little encouragement in otherwise dreadful conditions. As I made the turn I glanced back and thought I saw Kirsten's headlight behind me (Son hubs and Edolux lights that are ALWAYS on are essential!) and proceeded to ride down the steep hill (the road looked more like a river with water flowing down it) for about one km. When I came to a junction I stopped to wait for Kirsten. This usually takes no more than 15 seconds for her to appear. A minute goes by and no K. This is not good.
I sprint it back up the hill, no sign of K approaching, and I start thinking that maybe the honk and wave from the driver was something else rather than a 'have a nice day' gesture.
Turned out that this was the correct answer. K, who was about 100m behind me, had her back wheel slip out from under her (hit a curb?) and she went down just as the 'honk and wave' guy was approaching and I was making the left turn.
He stopped to see if she was ok. She was, but one of her panniers came off and her handlebars were also twisted. By the time this all got put back together, I was long out of sight and K was not sure where I had turned. Also, since it was raining, hard, she had her phone (with the Pocket Earth GPS route) in her front bag since her case is not waterproof like mine. She set off down the road, missed the turn and ended up at a roundabout about 800 m further down the main road, expecting to find me.
Of course she didn't, and by this time I had made it back to the corner where all this started with no sign of K anywhere. Rain still pounding down. Not a good situation. Step 1, try to phone her ... immediately get a Swedish voice mail (our sim cards are Swedish) .. phone must be on airplane mode. Step 2, send text, Step 3 send Facebook message (and for anybody who knows me and Facebook, this is a major challenge!)
No response from any of these steps after a few minutes and a bit of panic is starting to creep in when I see a lone headlight coming back up the hill! Disaster averted, but a good wake up call for both of us to make sure we are in sight of each other and or have an immediate means of communication if something goes awry.
Once the team was back together, we set off on the first down hill ... a 200 m vertical descent that was full on hard braking the whole way down. My Garmin was reading -19% ( funny it won't register more than about 15% on the uphill where upon it reverts to zero ... that's not what your legs & lungs are thinking though!). And guess what, we hit the bottom and get the mirror image going right back up 200 m. Once we got this elevation regained we were riding along ridge lines with rolling and ride-able ups and downs for the next 20 km's, interspersed with a few smaller snakes & ladders experiences. We topped out at 900 m and then had a nice long 25 km gradual descent towards Candela. It was good, but on any other day it would have been great. Although it didn't rain on us constantly, we did have four good bouts of rain throughout the day, and a constant 25 km/hr cross wind which made things interesting.
So why 'Who Let The Dogs Out'?
All through Italy so far there have been a lot of dogs, most of them pretty yappy. In the north 99.9 % of the them have been on a leash or behind a fence. No big deal, just lots of noise.
Now we are in the south and it's a different story. First, nobody seems content with just one or two dogs. Four seems to be the minimum and the average is probably 6. Second, and most important, they are running free, which means they are running towards you! If it's a group of pint size yap hounds that's not that big of a deal. However the farmers here really like Alsatians, Mastifs and large Bulldogs. That is not fun.
Twice today we had to get off our bikes and put them between a pack of dogs and us. Actually, one of the instances it was not a pack, but one singular huge Maremma. This is an Italian sheep dog bred to protect flocks of sheep from wolves. They look like a very big white Newfoundland, they are not friendly, they mean business. Wolves generally won't go near them. Luckily for us this dogs master was in the farm yard and controlled it. We may be on the look out for a few cans of pepper spray!
So it was a day filled with a few new experiences, and a few old ones like rain and wind ... and our home for the night at the top of another 250 m climb!
Candela is definitely not on the tourist trail. I think we were the tourist attraction. There's one B&B, where we are, and one hostel. Two trattorias and a few cafes. When we went into one cafe for our post ride bevy, the proprietor knew that we were staying at the B&B and recognised us from earlier in the day when he saw us slogging up a hill in the rain! We gave him our autographs! All good though and I think we like these small out of the way places better than being with throngs at the Trevi fountain.
We turn south tomorrow towards the heart of Puglia. Hopefully the sun, wind and clouds play along.
Song of The Day, Dog Days Are Over by Florence + Machine. After today, we certainly hope they are .
"Leave all your love and your longing behind you
Can't carry it with you if you want to survive"
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Today's ride: 53 km (33 miles)
Total: 2,799 km (1,738 miles)
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I hope the post didn't come across as whining ... both K and I really enjoyed the day. It would have been different if K had been hurt or we had been separated for hours, but as it was, all the things that happened during the day are the sort of things that can and do happen on a tour, as I'm sure you are aware.
We will enjoy the food in Puglia ... just finding out more about Venosa (where we are tonight) and it is supposed to be well know for wine (Aglianico del Vulture DOC) ... but its Monday so finding a place that's open where can get some might be a challenge!
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