On our way to Milan we stopped at a cafe/garage and this elderly Italian man approached us and asked questions..... Strange thing is he didn’t speak a word of English, we didn’t speak a word of Italian, but we all understood each other, and he understood what we where doing. He then gave us some amazing plums.....that is what i think they are but someone told us they were prunes. All i can say time will tell.....
So we headed for Milan.......great ride in, Lindsay even took the opportunity to swim in Lake Garda along the way.
Back to Milan, what a horrible city, i mean its definitely nothing to write home about (except to tell you of course), and Italians are such bad drivers, changing lanes with no indication, riding up our asses all the time, scooters come from all directions......... not for me thanks.
Back to Milan, what a horrible city, i mean its definitely nothing to write home about (except to tell you of course), and Italians are such bad drivers, changing lanes with no indication, riding up our asses all the time, scooters come from all directions......... not for me thanks. We then meet up will Diago, who Lindsay met to arrange for our tyres to be changed for Africa. We wanted to check the tyres had arrived and to sort my bike, we noticed that my bike was leaking some water......and we needed to sort it before we left on Thursday. Diago works along side BMW and his offices are based at BMW which made it soooo much easier and he spoke English. Once we sorted everything with him we headed towards Lake Como, as per his advice, he said its definitely a must and all i can say is that was the best evenings rest we have had in ages, no train, car, truck, party noises anywhere , just us and the ducks on the lake....was great.
The next day we woke up to fantastic view of the lake......no sounds but the lake lapping onto the sand, church bells in the distance and a few ducks quacking .....great...this is the life, cant wait for Africa. Im sure there will be many more of these mornings. 
