From the moment I woke up this morning I was slightly nervous. “This is it! Today is the last day of this cycling madness.”- I thought. Gosh, it is so hard to believe the six months has already passed. Such short, but on the other hand so lengthy period of time… The picturesque Swiss farmlands or the busy streets of Paris or the crazy car honking in Albania every metre of this adventure it came with its own ‘signature.’ All in all was worth of every euro, kuna, lev, lek, złoty, krone, dinar or mark I spent. By the way, soon I’ll be able to share with you an actual dollar figure for this trip.
The road to Vatican and Rome was more or less 20 kilometres combine. A totally ridiculous distance, but for some reason mentally challenging in my head. Maybe too much vino night before? Even though ‘all roads lead to Rome’ I used my gps to get to His Holiness home through all the potholes on the way. This was my first stop. Unfortunately, the office of Pope Francis ignored my request for a personal meeting with the Papale.
The Saint Peter’s Basilica in the rays of mid morning sun brought many flashbacks from 1985/86 when I temporarily ‘lived’ here. The largest church in the world and apparently the burial site of Saint Peter was flooded with tourists. And I mean flooded. The lineup to get inside around two hours. A total insanity at this holy place?! Beside tens of thousands of tourists the heavy security with the polizia, Carabinieri heavily armed military units around. On top, endless barriers and gates surrounding the Saint Peter’s Square. Those images were known to me from the stops in Paris and Brussels earlier, but here? I guess, that’s part of
today’s reality of travellers almanac. After I checked mark my 23rd capital time to move to my final destination, Rome. In the next few days I’ll be back in Vatican anyway. After all I need to refresh my rusted knowledge about this incredible place. Of course this time without my two wheel ‘truck’ though 😎.
It took nearly a half an hour to ride/walk/explore next five kilometres to finally arrive to the most significant landmark in Rome, the Colosseo. Yes, the very same place, which during the festivals and games claimed 500,000 human lives and over a million of wild animals. Today the Colosseum is admired by thousands every single day and it became the last stop of my cycling adventure. Yep, this is it! From now on I am a tourist abroad 😎… With a week to spare I have a lot on my plate.
The security is tight
“Success is the sum of small efforts – repeated day in and day out.” – Robert Collier