Tag 10 Benevento - Naples 70 km

The ride today was scenic not so great. Most of the time along heavy traffic roads somehow squeezed between potholes and motor vehicles. I actually wished I was back in Abruzzo relatively early. The Naviapp suggested me a way off the main roads, but it was again with considerable altitude and I had doubts that the traffic situation is better there. I renounced it, also still because of the knee. That was better, unfortunately not quite good, however, I had warmed up after a few kilometers and the pain then kept within limits. Tomorrow still a day rest or no cycling, so at least is the plan, and on Monday then briefly up the Vesuvius. Since I have now already fancy on it. Tomorrow morning I've booked a slot for the gym here in the hotel, was already thinking about whether I should go to McFit, but why expose me to an unnecessary risk of infection? Now Corona and quarantine on tour, it doesn't have to be, does it? How are the other medical conditions? The tooth wound is almost no longer a problem, I'm a little worried when I stop the antibiotics. Of course I am worried, but the current status can be quickly restored. Both of my shoulders are fine right now, we'll see how it looks tomorrow after the gym. But the biceps are shrinking and that has to be counteracted now and then. The knee? As described above. How the rest affects we will see, have it again tonight with a thick bandage affixed. I'm not sure what it is, pure overload, or still a late effect of the accident during my East Germany tour last September? Why did I get up and drive on, too? After you are hit by a car, you should first go to the hospital, no matter whether you think there is nothing happened, and let that clarify. But well, too late. The one who took my right of way or drove off without looking in my direction, has made himself thin anyway. Had at least still snapped his license plate. So they are, the people. The traffic here in Naples is really violent. At red over the pedestrian lights, crisscross, potholes are dodged, braked before speed bumps, but distance to the cyclist? Missing! Between oncoming traffic and me pass at least one more truck. The horn at least when they realize that it is close, but braking? Also here missing. Generally they honk anyway much. I am not sure how often I am meant, it is really irritating. It's not that the drivers here specifically discriminate against cyclists. It's the way motorists treat each other is no better. What else I notice. Everyone always has the cell phone in hand while driving, whether on the ear or simply to text. No hand free anymore to signal. Even the pedestrians (women with children scales) when crossing heavy traffic roads, basically the cell phone in hand. Do you actually know how convenient hands-free systems are? But well that is always the same song that I sing here. Here it is just very noticeable. For me it just means: concentration, not too fast, eye contact and in case of doubt pull back. Also verbally. A further thing disturbs me also massively, the garbage at the roadside. Today just before Naples I drove along a road (video) that was so massively garbage, that's a shame. Mafia here Mafia there, this is such a massive environmental pollution. And on top a few pointers that graze there. I was itching to get some garbage bags and clean up there, so disgusting. Naples itself. The first impression is phenomenal. Lively city, just the way I like it. Very rich people here and the stores to go with it. Right around the corner then a densely populated residential area, not very wealthy. Really not 100 meters apart from each other. And very much operated women and faces. Always these uniform facial features with the swollen lips and narrow noses, high cheeks and smooth skin. All the wasted money in the face to get close to the one ideal, that is not beautiful. Beautiful is uniqueness! A unique specimen! And in this sense, good night and Mr. Putin, please, stop the special war or whatever you call it.

somewhere in between

Naples and Vesuvius

Gym

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