D31 Trans Europa Chioggia – Ferrara

We almost made a circuit of the centre city of Ferrara before I spotted the ubiquitous UNESCO notice. Not really a surprise given the uniqueness of the buildings.

It was quite “cool” to be asked to leave the world’s oldest continuously open wine bar (though it might not have been wine in 1100) as certified by those wine merchants – Guiness. No non alcoholic drinks are served. Even on a day when it’s empty outside where we sat under the shelter of an umbrella to avoid the threatened rain.

We left Chioggia just after the most wonderful thunder and lightning storm. Thick black skies illuminated by forked shafts of power. I was doing a quick calculation whether I was safer on my aluminium bike vs Barbara’s titanium one. It wasn’t tested though.

We passed through landscapes that made the Cambridgeshire Fens look flat. Hadn’t expected the pink flamingos. Well white with a dash of pink. They were probably admiring the same church towers we were. Brick seems in common use here.

The River Po is our companion for a long while. It’s Italy’s longest river. Apparently the Po river has played a significant part in the development of the Po Valley. AI has got things cracked!

D30 Trans Europa Venice – Chioggia

A two ferry day to get to the mainland. The number of bikes allowed on the second one is at the Captain’s discretion. That’s after it decides to arrive – who knew the one we waited for only runs on a Thursday?Noticing locals were queuing like Italians (ie not) we sharpened our elbows. All was well.

Chioggia is an absolute delight: a complete contrast to Venice less than 20km away. A small working town of 50000 folks with a fishing fleet, locals milling around, washing hanging out. Even a cruise ship (or floating noravirus container some say) didn’t seem too out of place. I lie. But as they tend to feed people on board the local feel wasn’t diluted.

It may not be UNESCO but has a fair share of 13,14 15 C Churches. One told of great things happening in 1760. Which begged the question what were we doing, Apart from starting the madness of King George. At war of course, in the middle of the Seven Years’ War. This was a far-reaching conflict between European powers that lasted from 1756 to 1763. France, Austria, Saxony, Sweden, and Russia were aligned on one side, and they fought Prussia, Hanover, and Great Britain on the other.

And passing the Somerset Road Act. That dates the pot holes.

Back to Chioggia and excellent cheap coffee. Perhaps one of the best places we’ve been through. Gelato too.

TrabsOceania Westport restday.

A restful post today. It rained. I rested.

Tomorrow to Greymouth on the River Grey – more sucking up here; named after the Governor of New Zealand. I can’t find Governor Duncan, but that’s probably an oversight on Google’s part. There is a Duncan Town in Vancouver – this looks like a rabbit hole so I’m going back to rest….

Oops…there is a Duncan Bay in New Zealand, north of Picton/Malborough. Google has no history, a mystery…..

Odyssey Day 31 and Heidelberg

Feeling blessed. The room has both a Gideon Bible and a Mormon Book of Prayer.

The University Botanical Gardens are a pretty sanctuary and open on Corpus Christy, the public holiday. Reunited with frogs and their mating noises.

Friday and all is back to normal. Heidelberg feels a young town despite its antiquity. The University days back to 1400s, and still dominates. The Church in the market Square is old too, with links to the Lutherans (first time in ages George Wishart’s name has appeared). Wonderful stained glass and a great tower. The rotating perspex cross casts different light. Perhaps more eloquent than the heat of the Catholic-Protestant claim to the church. Until 1936 it was divided down the aisle by a partition.

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Tomorrow flatter again.

Odyssey Day 30 Dillingen to Schwabisch-Hall

You really get a sense of Germany as a fertile bread basket in this area. Most fields are unfenced and with varied crops. We’re in Baden-Wurttemberg.

Spring flowers abound, we’re probably following then north. Today’s river is the Kucher which splits Schwabisch-Hall.

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This has a history of salt production. Today it’s more known for the pretty Alltstadt with St Michael’s Church in the square with the largest dry of steroids you’ll have seen to enter it. Also used as a stage: tonight they agree rehearsing “Everyman”, which looks a bundle of laughs.

It’s also twinned with Loughborough, which might explain the uk Telephone box.

Inside the church you read, as in Innsbruck, of the local Christians that opposed Hitler and were persecuted.