PSM to Ivrea 7/8/17

7/8/17 Monday
Day 11

Pont St. Martin- Ivrea 22 km

Cloudy and cool

Up 0500.
We're walking behind the Ostello on the Via Schigliatta as the roosters are crowing.
Meander up between grapevines, crumbling walls and old houses.
Up close and personal view of a fox in a back yard.
The VF takes us through the remains of a stone house.
We ascend then descend; the only food available are some juicy wayside peaches.
Unexpectedly, to our delight, there's a restaurant overlooking Lago Pistono. After a hefty serving of spaghetti, salad and beer we sleep in deckchairs under the trees.
Awakened from our slumber, we the struggle onwards to Ivrea; the way is steep, not picturesque, the heat is stifling and there's little shade.
In Ivrea an Italian-speaking Asian at his Gelato kiosk helps us find our way to the poorly signed Canoa Club Ostello. The popular Canoa overlooks the river with its white water canoe courses; the gushing water mesmerises us to sleep at night. We talk from a distance with two Kiwi competitors on the course.
Fredo Bayleys, iced coffee and coffee ice cream in the company of friendly locals at an Illy Cafe in town.
We share our room with the German pilgrims.
Foot continues to hurt.
Farewell pilgrim friends we had dinner with.

15 Canoa Club
10 Kebab dinner/drinks
15 Lunch
  6 Drinks








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