Day 6 Piacenza - Bologna (170 km)

Coming full circle, what started in Bologna in early March will soon end. Promise! Only 1, 2, 3, many, many more days, then it's over. At least to that extent. Well Italy I have explored soon also, completely. Although Bari is still missing..... How was it today? Jo hot and flat and mosquitoes. So as soon as you put a foot in a little higher grass flying a lot of flies up. That's why there are no campsites here? In the supermarkets there are whole shelves full of anti-mosquito sprays and my legs? Stitch littered, but most on healing, I don't think any new ones were added. So second day, the one with the worst itching, both legs, but I control myself, does not make it better and gives only temporary relief. Tomorrow still, then it should be over. Probably not, but the hope..... In the morning I started early, as long as it was cooler, in the first two hours I made with coffee / croissant break 48 km. So that ran, after that I switched down a bit, it was getting hotter and the sun was slamming down. So my little white cap on, sunscreen and anti-mosquito spray I had yes already from this morning on it and stop at each fountain change water, with the old shower, the new, cooler in the hydration pack and on. I did that three times today. Shadow there is rather none so I was exposed to the heat all day. Now and then I stopped at a tree and took a break in the shade, or was drinking an espresso. I came through Parma, Reggio Emilia and Modena, you can turn into a bar, but in August, northern Italy is also somehow extinct, most are on vacation at the sea. Have inspected the vacation skyscrapers in March, the whole Adriatic Sea long, one Lidopuffcasino after another. More I can not report about today, even my mind was rather in rest mode, no major excitements, worries and other outpourings. Nothing worth mentioning. The bike lanes are there, but I just prefer to take the road. The bike lanes here, mean barriers, potholes, curbs, broken glass, parked cars and driveways where no one pays attention to you, so like in Germany, except that everything is even a tad more two-wheeler-say-unfriendly, so you just don't make a stretch when you're on it. But the tin cans don't let me bother them, they somehow didn't bother me today either. Serenity? Or a Sunday in August in Italy, we'll see. For example tomorrow, there is climbing again, over to Florence. Are still a few kilometers more than I thought, but nothing that would worry me somehow. Then it usually comes worst, in this sense good night