Orc Tale From Mauro.
Reflections of a mature trailer
Go to Portofino promontory of Portofino is how to take our lives back.
I find myself on the highway early in the morning, a dreary morning, he left Genoa with all its contrasts and especially with its absurdities. Perched, not the sea but on the hill.
Genoa and throughout Liguria are basically like this, a continuous up and down the mountains, the Apennines, barren mountains, wild and inhospitable., As we closed the Ligurian.
The sea is the rich, the others are all perched on a hill strip, a road cementified absurd from the years of incredible economic development.
Almost like China today, all films have already seen.
Overcome Nerves, arrived in Rapallo, the realm of speculation 60s. Rapallo but not remembered. I am in a reinforced concrete pipe along the river, houses on one side, an embankment on the other, frightening! So much for our beautiful Liguria, I changed my mind!
Finally I come out and start to climb towards Santa, above the rugged coastline and an impressive array of late nineteenth-century villas.
San Michele di Pagana me suddenly appears, begins the Promontory of Portofino and Santa Margaret, we are! By the Trail.
begins to rain, a drizzle of autumn, I look up to the mountain, shrouded in clouds and declared: at the top will be much worse!
As usual in these places the logistics are very complicated, but if it were not so we would not be in Liguria, on top of the valley parking, gym and locker rooms in the middle, Auditorium operations for inclusion in the Centre.
finally part, 500 Trailers complete with Chip and very well taken in parte.Se you are not deeply convinced not you go running in a day so bad.
Yet apart from the race and part of the movie of my life , constant ups and downs the steps of others.
Nozarego join him in a flash, like my childhood, to protect the family, and without difficulty.
leave the asphalt up the Ligurian crose old, from Crose not as rich in Genoa, but we always run and you get to Stones Holds on a track completely renovated. It has been nearly 45 minutes, but I find myself in a hostile environment, fog and poor visibility as you begin our journey by adults.
But in a moment begins to fall, here San Rocco at breakneck speed, beautiful, open visibility into the sea and towards the past.
I see myself when I was teenager go with their parents in San Rocco, of course! The trip out of town, too bad that did not match my expectations! We walk the path
balcony halfway up and before the junction for Punta Chiappa, we begin to climb. I see Camogli and youth with all his itches ...
But the path goes, I do not know if it's raining, but that did not interest me at all. Suddenly, to 480, the descent begins. First
dark, sad in the middle of the Mediterranean scrub but corribile.
After the forest thins out and begins the pavement. Terrible, slippery, but I find myself running to the abyss with a friend to talk about family and marriage and future children, his! Abbey Doria and San Fruttuoso , the scales of slate and stone arches, and finally the beach, I want to touch the sea! About 2 hours into the race. A reminder about the Christ of the Abyss Piazza De Ferrari a bit 'of years ago.
you climb up a very steep trail, always in the thick scrub and forest. Quote 280, starts the long traverse on the Cape, by the coast.
The view opens onto the Gulf, the sea is breaking on the rocks below, dominates unchallenged the arbutus. We are returning to Crose, this time with stairs, up and down. I would like to return home to my youth, but the end Crose and the asphalt begins: Help, we have to run seriously, Santa is waiting for us down there! I forgot the stopwatch, but this is up to the hard and the athletes.
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