Today we did very well, leaving early at around 8 and arriving just after 1 pm, after doing about 80 km. The weather was perfect for cycling, being in the high teens all day. The only blemish on the day is that we are both getting sore throats.
The cycling was mostly alongside busy roads, so not that pleasant. However it did not feel overly dangerous – the Italian drivers tend to give cyclists enough space on the road. We were mostly on SP (provincial) roads. They tend to have large traffic circles at all the intersections. Kris stopped every now and then at one of these to check we were still going in the right direction on his phone (using HereWeGo app).
One moment we would be passing through light industrial areas, the next through green countryside and then through small towns with a church and a town square at their centre and ochre coloured buildings.
The biggest town along the way was Brescia, a little over halfway in our journey. It had some impressive old buildings and gorgeous squares. We had a break for some water and gummi bears for energy.
The last 8 km or so, down to lake del Garda had some nice long downhill runs.
We were delighted when we rode into Desenzano, the town on the lake where we are staying, as it is really beautiful. It is a tourist town, full of hotels and restaurants. Not too busy at the moment as it is off season. This is the best hotel of our trip so far. It is in the old town and a friendly receptionist was there to greet us and help us store our bikes. They are locked away in a wine store!
We enjoyed walking around in the evening. We had a picnic on a bench at the waterfront and then went and had two Apperol Spritzes at a little bar across from the Cathedral. These seemed to cure the sore throats and I fell asleep quickly and easily for the first time on the trip!
Today we ended up doing 92 km despite our intentions to start slow. The route was intended to be under 70 km, but meanderings to try to stay off busy roads added to the distance. However the entire ride was flat, the weather was good and we still felt strong at the end. It was good to be bicycle touring again.
We had a good early start and enjoyed the experience of riding right through Milan again in the Monday morning traffic. There were quite a number of bikes and motorbikes commuting to work and even someone on a electric scooter in amongst the traffic. The traffic was so slow it felt fine – in fact the bicycles were generally going faster than the cars. We rode past the magnificent Cathedral again and the nearby pedestrian boulevards were all but empty compared to the previous (Sunday) afternoon.
The route took us past the Milano Linate airport where we began see our first views of the Alps in the distance. We found a small fortress with a moat (Castello Di Peschiera Borromeo) and then progressed through some scrappy farmland and light industrial zones.
The biggest town we passed through was Treviglio, before heading north to cross the river at Muratella. The roads were quite busy particularly on the latter part of the route.
Our final destination was a small town called Ghisalba just across the river, where we had found a B&B. We bought our usual picnic fare from the supermarket before we arrived just after 3 pm. It was not quite what we were expecting but was fine in the end, clean, good value and met our needs.
The bedroom decor was unique. Kris felt the painting of five disembodied penises hung over the bed and the snakeskin was a bit creepy. One of the bedside table lights glowed red.
After the drama of the previous evening, we found a bank machine about 50 m from our hotel this morning. We went on foot after breakfast. Our phone map indicated that there may be a Deutsche Bank nearby. We couldn’t find a Deutsche Bank but did find a cluster of ATM’s on our way back and one of them worked!
To celebrate we went into the small superette nearby to buy some cheap wine – this wine was amazingly good when we drank it later in the day.
Breakfast at the hotel was really good and leisurely. We were surrounded by Russians, a tour group. Kris entertained me with his observations of an elderly fat Russian lady who was trying to empty the buffet by herself. I think most of it must have been going into a large handbag she had beside her.
We got back on our bikes and headed back to Decathlon to buy another gel seat cover. Also a camping knife/ bottle opener as we couldn’t open our wine!
Then it was our time to explore. Milan is a beautiful city. We circled around, seeing the castle, cathedral, arch of Peace, wide shopping boulevards and old city like lanes.
The Milanese are very elegant looking, even on a bicycle. We were the only cyclists around with helmets and hi-viz vests!
We found a Carrefour (French supermarket) and bought some beautiful food for our first hotel room picnic.
We did around 38 km just riding around the city. Dropped off to sleep early again, and woke up very early – so still fighting the jet lag.
Unfortunate events – Friday 3 May to Saturday 4 May
Our trip started off disastrously when we lost our first week’s spending money, a wad of Euros, before even leaving Wellington. Jenny just had a bit of contingency Euros. This happened when Kris took his NZ$ notes out of his bum bag to pay for a family brunch at Chocolate Frog cafe near the airport. The Euros were in a separate zip lock plastic bag and must have fallen to the floor. There were a lot of people around and we suspect someone just helped themselves.
Kris realised the money was gone after we had checked in at the airport. He jogged back to the cafe for a search while Jenny waited at the airport. In the meantime Reinhard had gone back home to fetch Jenny’s notebook which she had left on a chair at home. On his return to the airport, we all went back to the cafe in the car for another look and to give them our address in the slim hope that the money may be handed in.
After this, we were beginning to wonder if we were up to the trip!
We settled down a bit on the flight. International travel in economy class is never fun, but we had some luck here. On the long flight (16 hour Sydney to Doha) we were allocated seats on the top deck of the plane, just behind first class. This area was less crowded and cattle-pen-like than the downstairs deck. The seat next to me was vacated (the tall man previously sitting there complained his chair didn’t recline and was moved) and I was able to share this space (turn about sleeping on it) with the young Jordanian woman sitting on the other side. Then we had three seats to ourselves alongside the window on the 6 hour Doha to Milan flight. After a meal, movie and glass of red wine we both fell into an exhausted sleep. When we woke up the pilot was announcing that he was making his descent and apologising for the unusual amount of turbulence on the flight. We had felt nothing, It must have been like rocking a baby.
Our planned logistics on arrival also went smoothly – we easily found the 8 Euro airport bus to the central train station and it left after only a few minutes. Then we walked about 3 km with our luggage to the Decathlon store where our bicycles and panniers were waiting. The large store was incredibly crowded and it was hot and muggy. None the less, they fitted all the extra accessories we selected onto our bicycles for us (odometer, water-bottle holders, front pannier bag). We also bought some new helmets, gel saddle covers and a new jacket and running shoes for Kris. Kris’s new shoes were hurting his feet to the extent that we decided to just dump them.
On leaving the store a couple of hours later we found a quiet spot to pack our luggage into the panniers.
After finding the hotel on the bicycles and checking in, we went in search of a cash machine on our bicycles to replenish our cash. It was still hot so we left in just our T shirts. It was harder than we expected to find a machine. Some were behind doors as it was getting late and we couldn’t access them with our card. At one point we found a machine, which took Kris’s PIN but then said our card was invalid and declined to give us any cash. It seems many of the banks are local or regional and not set up for international transactions. We were beginning to get worried about the card not working in Italy or getting scammed by presenting it to dodgy machines.
It began to get dark and cold and it felt like we were riding around in circles. We figured out how to switch on the bike lights. By this time my head was aching and I had gone beyond feeling hungry and come out the other side. We only had T-shirts on and it was getting cold. A few drops began to fall and some thunder cracked. We got under the awning of a pizza restaurant just as the heavens began to open. We parked the bikes here (nice and dry) and went in to eat some excellent pizza. They also had Heffe Weissen on tap (one of my favourite things)! We threw caution to the wind in terms of preserving my precarious cash and had a couple of pints each after which we felt much better.
The downpour was heavy enough that people wanting to leave the restaurant loitered at the entrance, waiting for it to abate. By the time we were finished, it had reduced maybe a little but was still raining steadily. It was really quite cold out now and we were still just in our T shirts! We were about 2 km from the hotel. Kris carefully checked the route on his phone and checked the direction with the waitress. Then we did our mad dash out into the cold. I just followed Kris as closely as I could. The previously crowded streets were pretty empty now which made it a bit easier.
Kris was brilliant, madly zig-zagging the dark Milan streets in the rain. We were wet but not soaked through. Arriving felt exhilarating.
When we got there we had to negotiate putting our bikes in the covered garage with the hotel clerk on duty (nothing about this day was easy). They thought we should store the bikes in their uncovered courtyard (in the rain!). Jenny got stubborn and refused to leave the Hotel lobby without covered parking, The garage was Kris’s idea – it had plenty of room. The duty manager eventually relented – they are obviously not used to catering to cycle tourists.
The final piece of misfortune of the day was that someone nicked Kris’s gel seat cover from the bike while at the restaurant!
Post script – Toilet interlude experience Travel to unfamiliar places sometimes throws up particularly surreal “fish out of water” experiences. Such was my visit to the bathroom at the restaurant. After the meal and beer I looked around the restaurant for signs of a bathroom. Couldn’t see anything, so I asked the waitress. She gestured me to come to the kitchen and called a cook over to direct me to the toilet. He took me through a kitchen side door into a small interior courtyard, into a door in another building to the top of a spiral staircase. Just go down there he said and turn left and there is the toilet.
I went down and turned left down a grey concrete corridor. Nothing at the end just a bunch of closed featureless doors. My jet-lagged brain felt a moment of dark recognition – this is the part of the novel where a metal door clangs shut behind you, leaving you in a dank dungeon at the mercy of an Italian psychopath. I quickly turned, the corridor was empty and a few meters on was the toilet – to the RIGHT of the stairway. Someone had painted the toilet doors with abstract designs, trying to make it look hip. Despite being in a cellar and having no toilet seats, the toilets seemed clean enough.
My next dilemma came when I went to flush the toilet. There was just an immovable metal plate behind it and no amount of prodding produced a flush. No sign of a chain up above either. At this point I was feeling quite anxious, not being the type of person to leave a public toilet un-flushed. Eventually I spied a contraption on the floor to the side of the toilet – a sort of metal plate with a bulbous button at the top. I gingerly pressed it with my foot – the toilet flushed!
At the top of the stairs again I was disoriented and unsure of how to get back into the restaurant – luckily the waitress was having a smoke at the back and directed me back in.
If you land in a Disputes Tribunal in Wellington you may be assigned a adjudicator such as Phillipa Ballard.
If you are unlucky, like me, you may end up with an adjudicator who violates your rights by distributing your private legal documentation.
You may also land with an adjudicator who states that it is not the role of the Disputes Tribunal to achieve justice.
You may also land with an adjudicator who allows patently obvious falsehoods into the hearing. You may also land with an adjudicator who claims she does not have time to look at the facts.
You may have an adjudicator who cherry-picks assumptions, facts and prejudices to form their own narrative,
You will then find that narrative in your “Order of Disputes Tribunal”
Good luck if you then request a rehearing based on the fact that you have not had a fair hearing.
Guess who will judge your rehearing application?
My rehearing application was considered by the same adjudicator, Phillipa Ballard.
She then decided that her own hearing was competently done.
Facts are facts, so we could easily prove the adjudication was unfair with access to the records. So I tried to get access to the hearing records so I can prove my case and get a rehearing.
Court records can be requested through an “Application for access to court documents”.
If you do so, Christopher Bell will then tell you that Disputes Tribunal Hearings records are not accessible under Access to Court Documents Rules 2017.
Here is some of the typical responses from Christopher Bell at the Wellington Disputes tribunal:
I can’t speak to how the recordings may or may not affect your position.
I can’t speak for the Referee and so can’t give you the reason for the decline.
So it is not possible to get access to evidence from the hearing.
It is possible to make a section 13 complaint about a Judge through the Judicial Conduct Panel Act 2004 (the Act). They will even help you with your submission.
On filing a section 13 complaint I was told the Disputes Tribunal is exempt from this Act.
If you pursue this further you may also get a letter from Jacquelyn Shannon stating that:
Tribunal referees are independent judicial officers
The Ministry of Justice is not able to intervene in the way a referee conducts a hearing or help you prepare your submissions.
there is no right for the parties to obtain a copy of the recording or transcript
So Disputes Tribunal adjudicators have more protection against scrutiny than judges! You need to take your case to District Court, but the Tribunal decides whether you are allowed to take your case to the District Court.
So if a pack of fools gets established in a Disputes Tribunal there is no way to address their competence.
They cannot be scrutinized, as their records are not accessible and nothing will be made transparent.
They also judge their own competence and attempts at independent review are resisted.
So if you want justice – Run, Baby, Run – and avoid the Wellington Disputes Tribunal like the plague.
We celebrated our 27th Wedding Anniversary with a weekend away in the Hawkes Bay over Easter Weekend. We stayed at Palm Cottage near Havelock North. We explored the Napier Bike Trails thoroughly. On the Saturday we did a big trip to Napier and back.
On the Sunday we did a more leisurely trip through the vineyards.
The weather was beautiful and the apple trees were all fully laden.
Good new today – Silvia and Andreas have donated our bicycles and they are going to new refugee owners in Stelle. It is great to imagine our bicycles having a useful life after their initial journey from Rome to Hamburg.
Here is an article about Herr Rudolf, who was recently honored by the Stelle community for his work. He runs a small workshop where volunteers repair and restore bicycles before they are donated to local refugees. This is where our bicycles have gone.