Day 9 Sant`Arcangelo - Sassacci 145 km (1300 meters of altitude) 40 degree

Suicide! That's what I'm doing here, today it came to me. It's not the navi-app that's trying to kill me, it's just aiding and abetting. In the morning it started already, from the moment my body told me that he has to go to the toilet, until the moment it was so far passed maybe 2 minutes. It was very close otherwise it would have gone in the pants on the campsite. Since I got this morning still two further times from message to execution two minutes, I was however fortunately in the Pampa on the way, it came to me then nevertheless the feeling that something was not in order. Imodium! After that the rumbling in my stomach stopped and I got a little more energy again. Then there was an email that had to be processed IMMEDIATELY. So at the roadside laptop out, opened on the luggage rack (Yes part of my luggage), hotspot on. Luggage office so to speak. Meanwhile, the temperatures rose again. Somehow I was on the Euro Velo 6 on the road, a gravel road, okay, but just annoying to drive, at least no tin cans. But ask me why you can not tar the road, well then probably cars would drive on it, it is Italy, barriers would probably be dismantled, oh well. For Italian conditions was even quite well signposted, but of course that lost then soon, as soon as the routing came back on the road or I was also too lazy to look for the signs and followed my Navi. Once again 300 meters in altitude up, in the sun, guaranteed would have led a gravel road around the hill, guaranteed. No matter, meanwhile I have that quite well under control, right back down, nice downhill, but then I noticed already, behind I have a flat tire and the next drama began. 3 times I changed the tire today, also because I worked too sloppy and wanted to continue quickly I probably have not glued the patch cleanly, and once I still broke off the valve, which I noticed only a few meters later, wanted to make distance. The third time down mantle I then lacked the strength, that lasted until I had it down. Seems like I've caught a foreign body in the jacket rubber, can not identify it, annoying. Cost me also massive time today. Then around noon sometime around 2pm, between tire change 2 and 3, I thought I should eat and stopped at a bar. Of course I should and will do without coffee from tomorrow, today again (did me no good), but for a Coke and water filled up, quickly 2 rolls, sat me out to eat, came the young lady behind the counter to it and we talked. Whether I am alone, she asked. I affirmed, on tour already, told her how beautiful it is here. And again the same, she smiled sadly, actually she wants to leave here, I already knew that from the spring, all young girls want to leave Italy, I have the impression. She is studying to be a nurse (yes, in other countries this is a study) and works here on the side. But actually she wants to leave. Also no miracle with most gifts of God which move here under the sun. Methinks sweaty, dirty, oiled foreigners on bikes have something attractive? Should maybe better learn Italian. But girls, this is your fight, going away does not count, one must fight this battle, each for herself. I said goodbye and was on my way to the next drama, after tire change No3. So I should have checked my way better, or I should have been more careful as it went down quite steeply on a gravel road near the Tiber. The A1 was not far away, which runs parallel to the Tiber straight ahead, but so far no adequate bike path found. So hardly down, bad gravel road. On the way I still chatted with Michi from Dresden, who has reported to my 39.6 ° C picture, I sent him a selfie (above), on which I looked quite fresh, not five meters further it hit me first of the bike, I saw the paved road already. Bad luck. With the right hand braked, fortunately held the radius head, the wrist hurt first (as already the whole days) is now (tonight) but better than ever (the last week). So picked up and continued, and then I saw it. Damn I had not looked at the Navi, a very nasty jag in the profile, with partly 18% at almost 40 ° C with the load (130 kg total) of luggage. So up, 200 meters of altitude up, I do not know, under 2 km. Up, up I thought to myself, that can not have been good, when going downhill then turned on the emergency shutdown in my head, I was nauseous and dizzy. Arrived at the bottom first shade, sat down, eat apple, cool, no net. However, fortunately, the road was busy, I was not alone, I would have liked to talk to someone or talk on the phone. After a reboot, the cell phone worked again, but I still didn't call my wife, poor thing, she only ever gets her dying husband on the phone. There I sat now, die one does alone, will I had made yesterday. After a few minutes I did not want to stop a car, my pulse had also calmed down a bit, I was definitely not well, but sitting there did not help, so I looked for a place to stay, stupid as I was, 25 km away. My mobile network wasn't the best, so I didn't see how big the city around the corner was and booked a little further away. Stupid. At least I planned the route carefully, the first suggestion of the app was very wavy, after some back and forth I had a way, mostly main road and only one slope at the end. So then slowly off, 2 h I still had before it got dark, of course I had pain in the chest, just above the heart, yes yes. Slowly I came to the first town, huge, on a mountain, many hotels, downstairs a pharmacy, I stopped and went in. I saw what I needed, now I just had to explain it to the lady behind the counter. "Blood Pressure?"; "Blutdruck?", >Pressione< was written on the machine, I tried it with it and lo and behold it started to dawn on her. So up on the machine and I was measured. Pulse high (much higher than normal, 80 beats that's a lot for me) and blood pressure really low. So that's where the woozy feeling came from, should start wearing my helmet permanently again in case I fall. I tipped on electrolyte deficiency and bought me a quite expensive can of minerals UOMO, for the man, least the pills are blue , I hope they are minerals. What else should I do (get almost the same thing at Eurospin, for 5% of the cost?). The young lady did not want to offer me dextrose or other electrolytes, I should have gone to the dottore, sure pearl, your English is not so bad "elettrolita"! So sweaty, sinking, weakened, oiled and damn dirty was not YOUR prey scheme. Then onward. And lo and behold, on the stupidly long way to the accommodation, a bike store, the first I notice for 3 days on the roadside, 2 tubes, 1 folding coat (CrossKing even) and 4 x energy gel (one of which went away immediately, free of charge in addition a Busta (which I refused "No Plastic!" and 1.5 l ice cold drinking water (with bottle back). At least with that I was now supplied. The last climb worried me a bit, but was no drama, sweating maybe a bit more than usual, but actually no problem, my heart beat of course in the throat (this imagination). At the top was immediately a Eurospin, where I covered with the most necessary easily digestible, high-calorie and salty, then to the accommodation. The pills cost there really only 1.20 € instead of 27 €, well they are not blue. The accommodation, not worth the money, did not pay attention when booking, TV works just as well as the Internet and a total of 2 sockets, in addition, no network reception in the room, but on the balcony. So what to do? Do laundry, hang up, eat and wonder. The tour planned for tomorrow. 60 km to Rome with climbs or 70 km along the Tiber. See how I feel tomorrow. So 40°C, diarrhea, 18%, 8 days each over 130 km, that's what it takes to get to my limits. For the sake of my health, I shouldn't push any further now, but manage it, otherwise something will actually happen to my heart, and nobody wants that. I'm already thinking about how I now redesign the tour. Think tomorrow I should come to Rome and possibly insert a rest day? Possibly cancel Corsica? Let's see how I'm doing tomorrow, whether and how I wake up, or whether my suicide attempt is crowned with success, in this sense, good night.