Yet another sun rose above the Italian peninsula. That one found us on a prominent spot in it: the rock of San Marino. It was an exquisite, sunny day, I beheld as I came out to the hostel’s porch after I woke up early in the morning.
We spent the entire morning there, at the hostel. We’d paid quite a large sum of money to be there, so we took the chance to compensate some of them by eating as much as our stomachs could hold out of the included in the price breakfast. We then made plenty use of the commodities (running water, wifi, couch), as, after we were soon going to leave this place, we would not have access to such for quite some many days in the row.
Having packed everything, at around 2 pm, we were mounting our bikes, bidding farewell to this comely, tiny country. It was a pleasant ride, sitting comfortably on the seat and letting gravity do all the hard work. We rolled down speedily, and yet speedily we got to pedal across the fields as the downhill was over.
After about an hour or so we were back in Rimini. We headed straight to the railway station. There we purchased tickets to Fano. We’d already cycled that way up, so we deemed it quite boring to to do it again the other way. Our train had halted in front of the platform by 16:00. We lifted the heavily loaded bicycles with some toil, and boarded them on to frontmost car of the train, especially designed for carrying bicycles.
Less than an hour later, we got off at Fano station. We went to the shop to supply ourselves with food for the day, and started straight on our way. We got the road leading west through the valley of Metauro River, parallel to the autostrada leading to Rome. We got to wonder at some wonderful views to the prominent peaks of Monte Cucco being apparent after the extensive fields of the valley. We passed through Rosciano, Lucrezia, Calcinelli, and finally we left the road at Tavernelle village where a bridge is located crossing to the south bank of Metauro River.
Sunset was imminent by then. And the beauty the low-angle sunlight was casting upon the serene landscapes of the area was magnificent. We were cycling in a small, utterly empty country road. For the first time on this trip, we got the chance to cycle side by side through prevalent silence. There were no cars constantly overtaking us, nor other cyclists, nor pedestrians; no houses, shops and advertisement billboards… there was nothing but vacant fields interspersed by numerous, aged oak tress throwing their elongated shadows upon them.
Taking advantage of the day’s last light, we made for one of the fields and ended up at a placid bank of Meaturo River, under a cluster of some gigantic poplar tress engirded in thick ivy tufts. There was our home for the night. We prepared a nice bush dinner of sausages and salad, and enjoyed it accompanied by the rest of the wine bottle we’d kept from yesterday. The night sky encompassing the river bank had then darkened for good. It was time to let yet another day of this trip pass away.