The Grandride returns to base with the usual railway odyssey, which in a day and a night brings us back home.
Unfortunately trains between Europe and Italy were reduced last year, so the direct Amsterdam-Milan is gone and a stop in Munich is required; then there would be the Munich-Verona and Munich-Florence, fast trains with bike transport, but seats are sold out. So the hailstorm of regional waits us, with the inevitable chill of the day: in Rosenheim we are in front of the doorstep of the n-th train and we are going to rise, but the conductor closes the doors in our face and depart. Fortunately there are still other possibilities and we arrive in any case as scheduled, otherwise I would have submitted regular written protest.
At Brenner Pass the gray and dusty station, furnished without any aesthetic and with the old and skinned plasters, indicates that we have just returned to Italy. We console with landscapes and with the sun, our wealths that still remain to us.
