Finally, cycling day… We got up at 5 o’ clock sharp and started packing things right away. We farewelled Luca who’d waken up at the same time with us to go first day to work. Then we had coffee with Zheni, who had first day off work, but woke up to goodbye us. And, finally, we left our friends’ house right by sunrise time and started pedaling away from Belvedere Ostrense.
It’s been a marvelous morning. The sun had just appeared over the purview of the east hills and was giving a golden tint to their otherwise yellow slopes. That first part of the day’s trip went steadily downhill and was very pleasant in combination with the soft air breeze and the beauty of the environs.
That effect of pleasantness briefly changed when we approached the foot of the hill on top of which Ostra village is situated. That was the village our way was passing through, and that was the hill we had to ascend. It was quite a fatiguing effort for so early in the morning but fortunately the uphill didn’t last long.
I found Ostra a very beautiful village: with its little, old, picturesque houses overtopped by a medieval castle. We loitered a while, and let gravity lead us down the other side of the hill.
The road kept descending, passing through Santa Maria Apparve village, till it flattened and turned to the east, moving along Misa River, and leading to Senigallia.
We’d heard from our friends in Belvedere Ostrense that Senigallia is a very pretty town, and I felt in perfect agreement with them as soon as I witnessed it myself. We gave some time to look around its picturesque paved streets and stopped to smoke a fag and fill up water from a public faucet we found by the town’s fortress.
From there on we just had to follow along the seemingly endless, wide, sandy beach northwards. The road was constantly even; the cool breeze kept blowing incessantly; the views to the Adriatic Sea were always spectacular; so and the whole trip was plainly gladsome and fluent.
An interesting thing to observe has been the impressive concentration of holiday makers along the entire length of the beach. Throughout the approximately 50 km we’ve covered so far along this lengthy beach, we merely spotted any empty piece of beach. But kilometer after kilometer was full of holiday resorts, campings, cafes, restaurants, sun-beds and parasols, and lots and lots of people.
By noontime we’d made it to Pesaro. We found a supermarket and supplied ourselves with plenty of food. And came down to a beautiful and relatively calm beach we found by the north side of the mouth of the river passing through the city. We occupied a piece of ground in one of the scanty shades to be found around here, under a lonely salt cedar tree, and got busy with filling stomachs and being lazy. By now the time is 17:00 and we are still here, having planned no particular thing to do.
Having enjoyed our resting hours in the utmost, we were finally leaving the beach a bit after 19:00. The sun had soon set behind the west hills, and the sky and clouds above them were on fire. We took the road to Rimini and just rode some 10 more kilometers. It would soon get dark. We left the road and pushed the bikes up a hill where we found a quite nice little spot in the middle of the field and settled for the night.