They say that “laziness is nothing more than the habit of resting before you get tired”. Well, it seems that in my case all it took was a worldwide pandemic that kept everyone locked inside for months to gently nudge me into editing the videos from the trip I did last year across Italy and the Alps. I’ve been living for a few years now in Malta, a tiny little island in the middle of the Mediterranean so Italy is just next door, but strangely enough I had never been anywhere in southern Italy (except for Sicily). The perfect excuse then to saddle up and head over that way on the bike. I did a quick research for a few places in that area and I saw that I would end up somewhere on the East coast. Well, what then? I can’t go to Italy on the bike and miss out on the Amalfi Coast, can I? That meant heading north and back on the West side. To further delve into my curiosity, I had never been to San Marino either, so by now it was starting to be blatantly clear that I would be zig-zagging my way up north on the bike. And, as long as I’m up there in northern Italy, why not indulge in a spot of riding on twisty mountain roads, away from the heat and humidity I get all year round in Malta? Well, that was that then - the final point to check off my list on this trip would be the famous Route des Grandes Alpes. I didn’t have to many days off available, so I ended up doing just a little over 5000 kilometres in 11 days. Enough beating around the bush, let me get straight to it: Day 1 Viggianello (Italy). Any motorcycle trip out of Malta means doing a bit of island hopping to Sicily and then further on to Calabria in southern Italy. So first things first, I get up ridiculously early in the morning to catch my first ferry to Sicily. Nothing new about this, but I had to cross Sicily quickly so I would get to my destination later that evening, so I had to stick to the highway there and then catch another quick ferry to mainland Italy. One thing I didn’t manage to get used to whilst living in the middle of the Mediterranean: the heat and the humidity (that’s two things, then). And this is what I was trying to escape from on this trip, hence my race up north to the cool air of the mountains (albeit a winding one). Nothing major to report from this leg of the journey apart from hitting the 50.000 km mark on my bike. It’s been just a little over 3 years since I had it (at that time) and this momentous occasion occurred on the highway, so yet another reason to skip any form of celebration and keep riding. Late in the afternoon I reached my destination for the day - the sleepy little town of Viggianello and my accommodation for the night is in the castle on top of the mountain. Apparently it dates back to Roman times and it’s run by a family as a hotel. The rooms are furnished with furniture that seems to be brought back from a few hundred years ago. Best case in point: the bed. My feet keep sticking out the end of it just a little bit and not because I’m a giant. I guess folks back then used to be smaller in size. I’ve noticed the same thing in other castles - you look at the knights’ armour and they are impressive, but don’t seem to go any higher than your shoulders.