Euro commentary

In reflection, there are a few minor themes across our trip which probably did not come thru in our blog posts. I’ve made an effort to document these while comparing our experiences across different countries. Some of these are bike specific, while others are general in nature. Without further ado…

Water refill stations

As mentioned in previous post(s), water refill stations are a critical component to any longer ride (2+ hrs). In this regard, we experienced a wide range of water spigot availability throughout our trip from every 5-10 miles (Switzerland) to “are we riding in Croatia or the Saharan desert?”. As you might’ve guessed, the water spouts in Switzerland were incredibly abundant to the point where we did not go on a single ride where we either ran out of water or needed to buy a big bottle from a store/restaurant. The only thing to note on Switzerland is that like most European countries, restaurants do not immediately have “tap” water on offer (thus degrading their water offering a half point). However, we did find that upon request it was pretty much always available and “glacier fresh”. I would rate Italy in the same but slightly lower echelon vs. Switzerland. Perhaps there is a correlation with how happy the cows look in each country – Swiss cows always were smiling and offering encouragement up the climbs, while Italian cows were sometimes mangy and generally a bit grumpier – but Italian water spigot availability from roadside water spigots (i.e. not restaurants at tops of climbs) was slightly lower in availability. Croatia, however, was a whole other story. In Senj (on the mainland), we rode in Velebit Nacional Parc for the whole climb and half of the ride while coming across no spigots whatsoever. Exiting the Parc with near-empty bottles, we were bailed out as we exited by some teenage boys throwing an unsupervised pool party and doing beer bongs (they filled our bottles did not offer a go at the funnel, sadly enough). Next, while riding on the islands of Hvar and Brac, we encountered no public water stations and even restaurants we went to for water often advised us that the tap water was unsuitable for drinking (thus we were forced to buy bottles for $3-5). Quickly destined for a low score, the town of Gornji Humac saved a point or two from Croatia’s score with an absolutely life-saving water source complete with marble figurine.

Scores:

Switzerland: 9.5

Italy: 8.5

Croatia: 5

 

Meat, Cheese, and Cracker plates post ride

Carnal post-ride cravings come naturally to most and given the amount of riding we did over the past three weeks, we rarely ended on full stomachs with dinner time just out of reach. Bridging this gap often (75% of the time) was a meat, cheese, and cracker plate of some sort. Switzerland offered fantastic cheeses, quality meats, and decent crackers. However, it was Italy which truly stood out in this regard. Italian food is *brace for broad generalization* some of the best in the world. The selection of meats in the grocery stores as well as the cheeses had our stomachs happy and appetites momentarily delayed until dinner arrived. We purchased a large package of crackers in Bormio, which lasted all the way through Badia, Senj, Hvar, and even our last stop, Brac. Additionally, the prosciutto melts in your mouth and the range of other hard meats treated the taste buds quite nicely. Croatia offered a strong and very affordable selection of meats, however the cheese often consisted of Edamer or a rather bland brie (Presidente-brand), and for that reason it once again finished third.

Scores:

Italy: 9

Switzerland: 8

Croatia: 6.5

 

Grocery Store Narrative

A mid-ride pop into a grocery store can be the difference between a forced march of a ride and a pleasant cruise. Unfortunately, we often found ourselves out on the road during the typical “European siesta” which meant that in Italy and Croatia most stores were closed. Switzerland, once again, proved to be a beacon in the night with most COOPs and Migros open through the day, however the closing times did prove difficult. Our rides in Italy featured few grocery store mid-ride stops and we were able to manage around the mid-day closings. Croatia, however, took the mid-day break to a whole other level. On both Hvar and Brac, we found ourselves pining for a cold bottle of water or a light snack only to roll up to the grocery store and see that it closed at 12:30pm and wouldn’t reopen until 5:00pm (!!!). Because of this, we were often left to dip into a restaurant and ask politely for a bottle refill or else buy a fully-priced bottle of water.

Scores:

Switzerland: 9

Italy: 7

Croatia: 6

 

Transportation and Bike Friendliness

Switzerland, once again, has it completely dialed when it comes to bike friendliness. All of the trains we took in the country (only 2) accepted bikes and had bike-specific cars. Unsurprising that Switzerland has it under control. While we did not use the trains in Italy (besides Mo’s journey to France), we did do a day of lift/tram-assisted mountain biking. The Sella Ronda circumnavigation proved to be a breeze with the Italian lifts fully dialed. Croatia proved to be a different story. We arrived in Split and tried to buy tickets for ourselves and our bikes on the Catamaran fast ferry to Hvar. The Dalmatian ferry monopoly held by Jadrolina throttled us as we were told bikes were not allowed on the catamaran ferry (they are only allowed on the car ferries which take twice as long). Left with few options to get us to Hvar at a reasonable time, we scurried back to the car and loosely packed our bikes into our bike bags. Luckily we did not have to do a full disassemble (i.e. we kept rear derailleurs attached). When we boarded the catamaran ferry, we were shocked at the vast amount of room on board and how easy it would be for them to take bikes. It seems like this is purely a policy decision that Jadrolina would do well to change. Fortunately, once we arrived on Hvar, we found a small ferry operation that would take us from Hvar to Brac without requiring our bikes to be put back into bags. A few speed bumps overall in bike transport while in continent, but overall Europe has bike transportation much more dialed than the States.

Scores

Switzerland: 9

Italy: 9

Croatia: 7

 

Airbnbs vs. Hotel Options

We stayed in Airbnbs and hotels in all three countries we visited. From a price-neutral perspective, Italy (including the night at Rifugio Nuvolau) had the best overall offerings and quality. Our Airbnb in Bormio was extremely cute and catered very well to bikers. The hotel we stayed at in Badia also catered to bikers and had an unbelievable view of the finish of the Alta Badia GS. Croatian lodging was extremely affordable, but also included a broken shower head at one Airbnb, and an overall paltry kitchen offering in another. Switzerland lodging is world-class but also makes you pay for it through the nose. For comparison our cheapest night in Croatia was ~$45 while in Switzerland it was ~$125. Surely Switzerland lodging was not 3x nicer than Croatia.

Scores:

Italy: 9

Croatia: 8

Switzerland: 7

 

Swimming Options

The icy, snow-fed creeks and rivers of Italy and Switzerland were truly refreshing. Switzerland’s creeks seemed a bit less murky than those in Italy and there was one particular creek in Bormio that had loads of silt. This silt surely would not fly in Switzerland. Our “swimming” in Switzerland and Italy usually consisted of short dips because of the cold water temps. This is a category where Croatia outshone its competition. Unbelievably clear, warm water greeted us on every ride in Croatia and we embraced it right back. Our big day on Hvar found us indulging in three separate dips as we floated around in isolated, private coves without a sign of civilization. Croatia also presented the only beach time and the rocky makeup did not deter us from soaking up some Dalmatian sun.

Scores:

Croatia: 9

Switzerland: 7

Italy: 6

 

Amex Compatibility

Switzerland clearly loves Amex. Italy embraces it for the most part. Croatia would do well with a re-familiarization of the credit card.

Scores:

Switzerland: 10

Italy: 9

Croatia: 6

Croatian Sendoff and Lugano Toot-a-loo

Our last (feels weird saying this) official riding day of the trip was a scorcher. We woke early in Bol to try to beat the heat, but that seems to be impossible at the moment anywhere in Dalmatia. We followed the first part of the route we did the previous day with one small change. After scoping the Strava segment for the big climb, we decided to up our effort a little to see how our heavy legs (day 19 on the bike) could do. Mo crushed it and stole the QOM from some poor European soul by over a minute (!!!).

The heat, however, was already taking its toll…

After topping out, we descended to Nerežišća and hit up a store for some cold aqua. This town is home to a cute little church with a little guy growing through the roof

Just about ready for lunch but still a few more miles to go, we swung west and then descended towards the coast passing smaller towns and gorgeous little inlets

Somewhat visible in the pic above, Brač hillsides are littered with loose rock piles roughly 10-15 feet in diameter and 3-5 feet high. At first we thought we were seeing ruins from ancient villages, but further research suggests these piles were actually made in an effort to clear the “Terra Rossa” soil which is absolutely prime for growing Croatian grapes to make wine. The amount of effort and scale of the rock piles is incredible and to think it was all done to make wine is simply astonishing. Reading about the piles began to make me thirsty and ready for a nice hazy NE IPA upon return to the states. Lunch in Supetar was short and sweet as we still had more coastal riding and a big climb back up and over to Bol ahead.

Packing up and taking a dip in the Adriatic, we readied for the longgggg trip back. A 5:50pm bus would take us to Supetar, where we’d have dinner and then catch a 8:45 ferry to Split, then hop in our rental car for the 10-hour haul to Lugano. Celebrating a bit in Supetar, we sampled a few different pancake/crepe desserts at a few restaurants while we waited for the ferry.

Harbor views ne’er get old.

Ferry to Split was easy. Drive to Lugano sucked but luckily the roads were empty and we caught a few Zs at a rest stop a few hours out from Lugano. We checked into our hotel for the night and I did a quick solo ride while Mo stretched her legs on a jog (what is that?).

Lugano is technically Switzerland, but the feel is All Italian and the riding is fantastic. Twisty roads, hairpin turns, small villages and insane abodes dot the hills surrounding the Lake Como region. Temps were a bit more tolerable too.

Another thing I was eternally grateful for upon returning to Switzerland was the abundance of public water spigots with clean, delicious water. I am drafting a blogpost with commentary on a few different aspects of the trip, but this one (public water spigots) is right up there on the level of importance. As everyone knows, cyclists get thirsty often and nothing makes the legs lighter and lifts the spirit quite like seeing a public water fountain/spigot. Lugano did not fail me here. Fill ‘er up!

This morning (Sunday), I’ve headed on the train bound for Zürich and an afternoon flight to JFK (nyc pizza here I come!). Mo is en route to Gare de Saint Jean de Maurienne via Milan and Modene (veggy farmland and quiet french backroads for her!). Notably, I just passed through the longest tunnel on planet earth – the Gotthard Base Tunnel – which is impressive but also makes the journey from Lugano to Zurich ~25 minutes faster than previously. The Swiss, crushing it once again.

Braç day 1!

This morning we headed over to Bol on the island of Braç, the next closest island to the mainland from Hvar. After checking into our Airbnb (which has a working shower head, much to our delight), we headed into town to do a little lunch and dinner shopping. We have been on the hunt for a fish market to pick up some fresh catches, but Bol seems to be lacking in this department as well – we truly don’t understand where all the seafood goes! Alas, we finally headed out for an afternoon ride – deciding to keep it a little mellow, and save our big braç ride for tomorrow. We started out riding on a dirt road that begins the climb to up to the inner part of the island. This part of ride included some truly amazing views of the ocean and some vineyards along the way.

This road eventually merged with the main, paved road, which has some veryyyyy long switchbacks to the top. Once at the top of the climb, we decided to do a little out and back to the highest point of the island – called vidova gora – that has a pretty great view of Bol, and hvar.

After resting our legs and chowing on some sammies, we began the circuitous, long descent back to Bol. Having consumed all our water at this point and feeling quite parched, we sidetracked a little to try to find a water source. In the town of pražnica we found an absolute savior of a water fountain that reminded us of the good ol’ days back in the Dolomites. Although not nearly as cold and mountain-like, it certainly brought us back to life.

After cruising the rest of the way back to town, we hit up the beach (first time using our swimsuits all trip!!), and then found a perfect spot to enjoy some wine and cheese.

We’re psyched for our last day in Croatia tomorrow before beginning the trek back to Switzerland. Peace n luv.

Hvar Tales

Up and outta Senj by 8:30 on Tuesday morning, we pointed the Opel rental car south towards Split where a ferry would bring us to Hvar. Hvar has two main ferry ports, Hvar Town and Stari Grad. We’d originally planned on taking the 2hr car ferry to Stari Grad and then riding the 5 miles to our Airbnb in Jelsa. However, because we got a slightly later start we missed the 11am ferry and the next ferry to Hvar was to Hvar Town. It turns out that this ferry doesn’t accept bicycles since it is passenger only ferry, thus scoring Croatia a 3/10 on island travel bike friendliness. We smashed our heads together to brainstorm how to get our bikes onboard, but ultimately decided on using our bike bags (which we’d originally planned on leaving in Mr. Opel) to transport our bikes onto the ferry and on to Hvar. Mini crisis averted, we landed in Hvar Town, grabbed a quick pizza/salad lunch and negotiated with a taxi driver to take us to Jelsa for an arm and only half a leg. We checked into our Airbnb which is a lovely one bedroom overlooking the harbor. Here’s a pic looking up at it. It’s the building directly over the left edge of my rear tire (😎)

Travel worn but not ready to break the riding streak, we left Jelsa on bikes headed back towards Hvar via the old highway.

Coincidentally good friends of ours, the Pagans, were in Hvar Tuesday night as part of a Backroads trip. We decided to head to their hotel to catch Mahala (Gunnar’s class @ Dartmouth) and Willow (Moriahs class @ Dartmouth) before they headed to dinner. Mission accomplished (insert quip about it being a small world here)

We left Hvar around 7:15 heading back to Jelsa. This also happened to be the golden hour on Hvar so our ride back was filled with $$$ photo opportunities.

Doesn’t get much better than a cool dip at dusk to end the ride. We had a late dinner at Taula consisting of seafood and more seafood, even getting a little adventurous with some domestically prepared squid. After ice cream and climbing the 161 steps back to the apt. we crashed and rested up for day 2 on Hvar

Day 2 – Hvar

Day 2 broke with vibrant sun and hungry bellies. We shopped for bfast lunch and dinner before getting rolling around 11 (lackadaisical, I know but this is also day 17 in a row of riding #daysoffRmyths #sorrymomsies). The mission today was to cruise out to the eastern tip of Hvar (Sucuraj) and then come back with a few dips down to the sea. Heading out we hugged the coast for a few miles before settling in on the main (and only) highway east.

Croatian islands have all these little camps where ppl come with campers or tents and just hang out in these little communities. We came into one, Camp Mlaska, and luckily found a nice water source surrounded by 1,576,865,632,689 hornets. Luckily I sacked up and risked my life to fill our water bottles (first filling mine, before assisting others ((thx Delta)) ), only to find that Mo was more than willing to brave the TrackerJackers and brushed off my offer to fill her bottles. The camp also had next years Scott Gravel Bike (the one on the left)

before we reached Sucuraj and munched some Sandos, we found an isolated little beach to take our first dip of the day

Passing the Sucuraj lighthouse, we chowed down on a bench in the harbor and I enjoyed a nice Coke while Mo ate a banana and we split a bottle of water (total bill: $2.14). Feeling refreshed and full we pointed our steads west into a light headwind (welcome in this heat).

Our route would take us back along the highway and then dipping down on some mixed road (gravel and pavement) along the coast for five miles before climbing back out. During this five mile stretch we passed a few small super quaint communities and found our second private swimming cove for the day

After climbing out (yes, don’t worry, Mo got the QOM), we cruised the highway back to Jelsa, took another dip and grabbed a cool down brewski

We cooked in tonight but the 161 steps couldn’t keep us from indulging on some post dinner ice cream. We head to Bol on the island of Braç tomorrow, and are psyched for a few more days of riding!

Velebit gravel/travel day

Apologies for the lack of posting recently, loyal followers! The past couple of days have involved a fair amount of travel as we made our way from Italy and down to the islands in Croatia. Two days ago we left the hut in cortina after breakfast and descended back to our car. With the bikes and gear all packed up we headed southeast for a five hour drive to Senj, our first Croatian stop. Checking the temperature every so often on the drive, we could see it gradually increase over the duration of the journey. So we were not too surprised to find out that it is indeed quite hot in Croatia! After checking into our hotel, we did some tire swapping on my bike to get it ready for some more serious terrain – which had us sweating buckets before we even began our ride. We then made our way into Velebit – a national park near Senj. The first 15ish miles involved some decent climbing, and loose/ sharp gravel. But luckily the riding offered some shade, and temperatures dropped a little as the elevation increased.

Then began an awesome, paved descent back to the main highway and coast. No cars to be found, we were free to bomb down and take in the ocean views.

After making our way back to town, we stopped for some refreshing drinks (ahem beers, obviously), and took our first dip in the water.

Next up was dinner – we found a restaurant in a little alleyway near the hotel and had a killer meal with calamari, fish, steak, the whole works. Croatians don’t skimp on portion sizes…

Valparola, Giau, and Falzarego…

walk into a bar…just kidding. Ok let’s write that one off as a dad joke. Today was our last full day in Italy and to celebrate we did a perfecto lollipop ride starting from La Villa and climbing Passo Valparola, Passo Giau, and lastly Passo Falzarego (from the Cortina side). Getting a slightly later start, we cruised at a solid pace until the top of Passo Giau where we stopped to have our sandwiches.

Post lunch we descended the 11 km to the start of the Falzarego climb. One of the better descents in recent days, we were treated to sweeping views and surprisingly not terrible Italian pavement (miss the Swiss roads pretty badly rn). Falzarego is a classic climb and the side we rode up from is a gentler gradient. After reaching the top, we had another 2 km until the 10 mile descent back to La Villa and our bags/car.

This afternoon we headed for the Rifugio Nuvolau (recommend googling it), and we caught a quick dip in a freezing cold brook en route to where we had to drop the car (Passo Giau, coincidentally enough). Carrying the ever handy Kauai Coffee bag with our bare essentials, we made the hour long ascent to Nuvolau in a jiff.

I’m now writing this post with the following view and drinking a nice cold Italian bier…pröst!