And now just two languages to deal with. Italian and German. The latter makes an entry as we enter the Tyrol region, another disputed land. That looks like the common thread to our Odyssey.
The countryside doesn’t care, it just dominates. Most of today is a descent which brings home the impact of water as it thunders down carrying gravel.
More arable landscapes appear, with meadows and spring flowers joining mountain and town. Lots more cyclists, touring and bikes.
A great cycle track keeps us away from most of the traffic.
Bressanone is one impressive town.
Travelling reflections 