Novotel Torino Corso G. Cesare Turin

The big Push......<br><br> The final hurrah...we are going over the top...I'm a little bit frightened sir...wibble!!!<br>Going over St Bernards pass (if only Mini pooper could cope we got most of the way and took the Tunnel)<br><br> The morning did not start well - with Gary at the helm our navigator (Rich) got it wrong and sent us the wrong way up a valley.<br>By the time Kevin had succesfully managed to mount Doris (he had been trying since we left Basingstoke - ever ...

... br>we were busy minding our own business when we saw a Giant Coq, looming menicingly above us!<br>After ignoring Doris yet again, ready to take on the Mountain for the first time, Rich at the helm with gay abondon, ignoring the acrid smell of burning rubber and hot brakes, Kev was strangely quiet in the back. as we edged our way towards Chamoinix for the promised night in a hotel room with its own bathroom!<br><br>

... rose the next day.<br> <br> I couldn't have imagined a better thing to wake up to after my mini hibernation down in the hull of the Marianeta, turned hostel, B&amp;B whatever, does it really matter? GIve me a break.<br> <br> Orange juice, tea, coffee, bread, butter, jelly, peanut butter, nutella spread, ham, biscuits, little cake things (not sure what they were, brownies is the best comparison I can give you), a delicious potatoe dish, and finally the grand finally ...

... went to the river once. The night before I left we went to Torino and had a very strong time there. Andrea cut my hair after not having done it since departing for Australia, it was a big thing for him and for me. <br><br> When I parted ways with the guys it was an emotional time, we had formed something of a brotherhood over the short time and then having to leave was very difficult. I hope to see them all again one day. My brothers from Ivrea!

... cities, and that if I were to wander through a rural Tuscan farm community, I probably would not find a hint of American idolization. I can't imagine strolling around with foreign words on my shirt, listening to a song, the lyrics of which mean nothing to me. <br><br>The one thing Italians do seem to treasure and probably will not surrender to a culture invasion is their customs surrounding dining. They love to gather at outdoor cafes and talk ...

... my friend in Washington D.C., upon the runners and bikers who are always here; on me, in a down jacket and black beret, slightly disappointed that the exhibit I came to see is closed but grateful for the quiet, pretty stillness of this morning. It's like another Sunday, this holiday day. Cold and sunny just like Colorado. I miss it like crazy - am trying not to waste time looking back, but can't help it sometimes. You know. Then, at the end of the ...

... festival. The festival was being held in the large square of Piazza Veneto which is on the shore of the River Po. As we approached the square from the west we immediately recognized the lights of the festival with the background of a large illuminated dome of the church Gran Madre di Dio across the Po river. The festival consisted of about 8-10 tents of local vendors selling chocolates and chocolate products from syrup to tea. The local specialty is ...

Written in my notebook<br><br>Clara had an appointment and left quite early. Ricca and us went to his papa's apartment for lunch. The food was great. We had beef steak, risotto with porcini mushroom, white wine, etc. I was already stuffed by the steak. Ricca's brother is very good in pool. It was three or 4 something when we set out for ...

... t care coz I still <br>had some cash with me. I was so tired by 9pm. We went back to a <br>famous cafe and I bought a cross bread. Lorenzo bought a gift for my mom <br> at the same shop. I later gave the bread as a gift to Prof Cheung <br> and he shared the bread with us. I think this Easter bread has <br> some orange in it. I don't understand the ingredients ...

... Gary Morgan that was in the 1988 Seoul Olympic Games representing the United States in Speed Walking?!?!?!?!?! He was the 1987 United Stated National Champion and he has been on 18 different National Teams! Well my friend, you are right on, it was the same man. It was really neat to talk to him about his time at the Olympics, and his time where he got to represent the ole Red White and Blue at the grandest stage of all. As he started to walk away, we noticed that he ...