Savona to Besançon
Well, the tryre is still up this morning, so that's a relief, Giuseppe hasn’t done anything to the bike and there have been no other catastrophes
We're woken by announcements at 5.45 that the breakfast is being served in the Spaghettarea, no thanks very much, covers pulled over the head. They ask for cabins to be vacated shortly after, but I hang around and relax. It's not until just before 7 that they announce you can head to the car deck, so I nip out late- that saved a lot of waiting around in a stairwell.
Getting ready for the off. Be sure not to ride into the forks of the fork lift truck they've conveniently left in the way. I'm sure someone will come a cropper with that.
On to the bike, down the ramp and off for a few pre flight checks before getting underway. Nothing to be found on the tyre, so again good news.
I decide to go North, and in the interests of covering some ground take to the Autostrada. I stop at the Autogrill for a cappuccino and so I can engineer a fancy stand to check the oil. Ah, I need this..
Fancy paddock stand- levitating bike, tied to a post.
Not cheap.. And an extra bob a litre just to have someone serve it to you too. I'd never noticed that before.
Just North of Turin we hit traffic. As usual, the Italians don't want to let you filter. I select the 'Fun' compilation on my Zumo and play out some music for them, the pick being
Joe Dolce's 'Shaddap a your face', which was added just for such an occasion. It works: they pull over out of curiousity to see what's going on, and through you go..

And I can now forgive Joe Dolce for keeping Ultravox's Vienna off of the Number 1 spot.
I think I got a bit carried away though, as I think the fuse has blown now. Aw well, thems the breaks, casualty of war and all that.
So it was 25 Euros in tolls from Savona up to Aosta

Cor lummy.. I don't know how Italy has any national debt at all with these prices.
Just stopping to smell the flowers..
I head over the Great St. Bernard Pass and enjoy a splendid climb in lovely cool sunshine..
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I don't stop on the Italian side for pics as I have the video on, but its much nicer than the Swiss side. I stop for a pricey Spaghetti lunch in Martigny and pay with some silly coloured money.
Reminder to best steer clear of these guys whilst I'm here..
I toddle around Lake Geneva, through Montreux and Lausanne, up to the French border. All very pleasant and relaxing. No motoring dramas which makes a very pleasant change. Cross the border and then an excellent evening run to Besançon where I haul up..
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