Tag 7 Termoli - Vieste 134 km

Before leaving I said goodbye to my cookie dealer in my regular coffee shop. "Un doppio?" "Si" when she saw my fully packed bike she wanted to pack me a few more cookies as a farewell, I declined with thanks and drank the great coffee empty. Then it went off. The first hour, wow 25 km/h, reduce the luggage was it, right? No, fierce north wind! Then when I was heading east, it was clearly hard crosswind! And existence-threatening potholes! One was so deep, there the center of the earth was to be seen. Was however on side roads on the way. Fortunately. At some point nothing went with cranks. A look down to the cassette told me oh maleur! One of my retaining straps had loosened and wrapped around the cassette. The whole unscramble has taken a bit, the good thing? At least already the old oil away from the chain. So new lubricant on it and on. A few kilometers later I thought to myself that it feels like swimming on the road today, then on reflection I thought that could only mean one thing. A flat tire. And lo and behold hardly any more air in the tire, I had probably caught a thorn and caused a small hole. So pump up (and hope that the hole closes itself) or change. I decided for the second, so unsaddle and patch. When readjusting the brakes I noticed that one of the screws is probably through, the hex-wrench no longer gripped. Fortunately, you can center the brake by means of quick release. But a thru axle, which would really facilitate my life. The screw came on the "if-you-randomly-drive-by" list (a car repair shop could also be useful here). Otherwise the day today was between wind and sun, between warm and cold. Always from one extreme to the other. After 70 km then suddenly the nature was different, left the sea and right forest and rocks and always up and down. It was really worth it scenically to drive here. Peschici (video!) a wonderful town and also Viestre very beautiful. Unfortunately, I had to find my B&B or instead of seight seeing. The first one I had chosen was not to be found. Only a sign on a shed, otherwise no trace, no one who answered the phone on email no answer. The neighbors did not speak English. So with a heavy heart I looked for another one which was difficult because it was already relatively late. Fortunately, still found and now I lie in bed and make the route planning for tomorrow. In this sense, a good night and dear Mr. Putin, give their cold heart but a warm push and end this war.

Addendum: The landlord of the first B&B called just, he is in bed has a fever and probably Covid...... Get well soon!