<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15266978</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:43:01.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matteo's Previous Adventures</title><subtitle type='html'>Here's a selection of the most significant adventures I lived... enjoy them!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventurematteo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15266978/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventurematteo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Matteo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604213199494247195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/1600/mi21.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15266978.post-112365039879404999</id><published>2005-08-09T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T00:37:14.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycling in Scotland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/1600/scotland2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/320/scotland2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last year I spent 8 days in Scotland travelling just with my bike and a tent as home. The idea for a long bike tour was a dream of my childhood and last year was the right one to make this dream comes true... I landed near Glasgow at mid-May, the weather was fresh and windy and I'v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e been lucky for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it 'cause it was mainly sunny just with few rain showers for all the time I spent there. My plan was to visit some western islands, so with my bike I cycled to the seaside where I took&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; the ferry for the be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;autiful Isle of Arran. For all the time I was there I camped free, near lakes or sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.. it was unbelievable to sleep under the stars with the voice of the sea singing just for me all night long... no traffic, no pollution, no crowd: those islands were amazing for a biker!!! After the tour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/1600/scotland1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/200/scotland1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;of Arran I reached the Mull of Kintyre and then the island of Islay, home of the best scotch whisky distilleries... On Islay I had very good times; cyclin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;g in the middle of that glorious nature was cool and when tired I was never too far from a world-ranking whisky distillery to visit (Caol Ila, Lagavulin, Bruichladdich, Ardbeg, Laphroig)... great fuel for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a lonesome biker!!! After a funny night in Port Charlotte I moved to the wild Isle of Jura... Only few persons live there, Jura is a wild and beautiful islands and it was the one where Orwell wrote his best boo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ks. F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;om Jura I went to reach Gigha island: peaceful and quiet... lovely!!! Then I went&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; on the Isle o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;f Bute w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;here, on the ferry back to the main&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;land, I broke (...and I still don't un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/1600/scotland4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/200/scotland4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;derstand why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and wher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e...) a wheel... I had to walk for some kilometers to overnight close to the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; My bike was broken but it hasn't been a big problem... In a motorhome in front of my tent I met a cheerful and kind couple who offered me some beer and brought me to the train station, where I easily reached the airport... I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;had just half a day left before flying bac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;k home, so I had enough time to visit some Scottish pubs for tasting the quality of their products... Nice!!! And after 550 km of fun I flew back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15266978-112365039879404999?l=adventurematteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventurematteo.blogspot.com/feeds/112365039879404999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15266978&amp;postID=112365039879404999' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15266978/posts/default/112365039879404999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15266978/posts/default/112365039879404999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventurematteo.blogspot.com/2005/08/cycling-in-scotland.html' title='Cycling in Scotland'/><author><name>Matteo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604213199494247195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/1600/mi21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15266978.post-112365021085639144</id><published>2005-08-09T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T07:13:49.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Milano Marathon 2000</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/1600/marathon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/200/marathon.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Running a marathon has been another one nice experience for me. I decided to try it after a bet with a friend of mine... I wasn't trained for running the 42,195 meters that distinguish the length of a marathon but I wanted to participate the same. The result was quite obvious: after 20 km of marathon my knee began to hurt as I never felt before, and continue running it has been a terrible suffering... For my luck I talked with a man who decided to run with me to support my pain and to reach the end together; if I was alone I'd have never reached the finish line. The pain for my knee was really hard to endure and still running meant a great proof of will for me. I remember the last 10 km as the most terrible in my life: it was a rainy and cold day of December and I wasn't able to run anymore, I was walking fast but in a such condition 10 km require a lot of time... When I entered the very center of Milan after 5 hours of running, I was completely exhaust and I wasn't able to bend my leg... The man beside me said: "...and so you're going to finish your first marathon!". I was really happy for that, it was great and unbelievable, but in my mind there was one only thought: "First and last... never more!!!". I was wrong... The next year I'd have been there to run the half-marathon, and I bet in the future I'll try a marathon again!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15266978-112365021085639144?l=adventurematteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventurematteo.blogspot.com/feeds/112365021085639144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15266978&amp;postID=112365021085639144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15266978/posts/default/112365021085639144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15266978/posts/default/112365021085639144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventurematteo.blogspot.com/2005/08/milano-marathon-2000.html' title='Milano Marathon 2000'/><author><name>Matteo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604213199494247195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/1600/mi21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15266978.post-112361972182719786</id><published>2005-08-09T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T14:11:08.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitchhiking in Ireland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/1600/15-Slieve%20League%20trail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/320/15-Slieve%20League%20trail.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This trip was crazy and beautiful... I spent in Ireland two weeks hitchhiking on the wonderf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ul western coast. It has b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/1600/28-Lift%20to%20Ardara%211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/200/28-Lift%20to%20Ardara%21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;een really funny, a crazy experience and an unforgettable adventure; during that journey I took &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;around 50 lifts and that gave me the chance to get in touch with real Irish people and culture. It was cool and v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;arious... I went on Aran islands where I rented a bike to tour them, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;another bike trip was done in Donegal county where I followed the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; advice of people workin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/1600/Kilcar2%2C%20Ireland.%20%20View%20from%20Cara%27s%20Hostle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/200/Kilcar2%2C%20Ireland.%20%20View%20from%20Cara%27s%20Hostle.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;g there... I slept in an original Irish cottage wi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;th a straw roof for few euros: lov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ely!!! I climbed the Slieve League&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; cliffs, the Europe's highest cliffs... and then county Clare, Mayo c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ounty, Achill islands... and the crazy funny pub-hopping nights all ove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;r the country, unforgettable!!! ...and Northern Ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;eland... and the people met on the road... there are so m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;any things to say about that journey I cannot resume it in few words!!! Highly recommended. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15266978-112361972182719786?l=adventurematteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventurematteo.blogspot.com/feeds/112361972182719786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15266978&amp;postID=112361972182719786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15266978/posts/default/112361972182719786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15266978/posts/default/112361972182719786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventurematteo.blogspot.com/2005/08/hitchhiking-in-ireland.html' title='Hitchhiking in Ireland'/><author><name>Matteo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604213199494247195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/1600/mi21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15266978.post-112361948295013015</id><published>2005-08-09T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T04:06:53.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountain bike competitions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/1600/bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/200/bike.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll be always grateful to my trusty mountain bike for the fun I had runni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ng up and down m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; hills, for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; the relaxing and quiet off road tracks I usually cycling on, and for the teachings I lear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nt d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ring the competitions I ran. Bike races allowed me to be a better person and they have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; been us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ful to build my half-dime philosophy about life... Yeah, 'cause maybe it seems a stupid stuff but there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;aren't too many differences between a bike race and the life race... In o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ur lives, like in a cyc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ling com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;petition, there's a start line and a finish line: a lot of things could happen on the way between these two moments but our only work is keep on going... One cyclist among other cyclists, everybody'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s there together for the same event... We must be strong on uphills and if we're falling down the road, never give up but take the bike to continue as soon as possible... even if it's hard... faster than before... no reason to participate at this competition, and no matter if you'll be first or last:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; happiness is reaching the finish line in the best way you can... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15266978-112361948295013015?l=adventurematteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventurematteo.blogspot.com/feeds/112361948295013015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15266978&amp;postID=112361948295013015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15266978/posts/default/112361948295013015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15266978/posts/default/112361948295013015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventurematteo.blogspot.com/2005/08/mountain-bike-competitions.html' title='Mountain bike competitions'/><author><name>Matteo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604213199494247195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/1600/mi21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15266978.post-112361931494230837</id><published>2005-08-09T13:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T13:55:55.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the summit of Europe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/1600/parrot6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/320/parrot6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mt. Rose is the second highest mountain in Europe, only few meters less than Mt. Bianco. I climbed two different peaks from the Italian side of Mt. Rose: the Gnifetti's Peak at 4580 mt high and the Parrott Peak at 4450. Reaching that altitudes is really impressive but also very exhausting. The view from glaciers up there, if weather is good, is unforgettable but I definitely must say I prefer the way to the top than the summit itself... It's also possible to have good views over the Alpes from planes, but it's impossible to see from a plane all the beautiful landscapes crossed on the way to the summit. It's very exhausting reaching that altitudes 'cause there is few oxygen over 3000 mt high and climbing become a terrible activity; the heartbeat is faster than normal and also breathing seems an hard work to do... that's why usually a climb on high mountains is considered a "spiritual" experience more than a physical one: when you're completely exhaust, while breathing is getting hard and the frozen wind is blowing on you, you're alone only with yourself and if you wanna continue to the top you must manage your mind to motivate yourself each minute, each second, each step... Exactly how it happens in everyday's life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15266978-112361931494230837?l=adventurematteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventurematteo.blogspot.com/feeds/112361931494230837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15266978&amp;postID=112361931494230837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15266978/posts/default/112361931494230837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15266978/posts/default/112361931494230837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventurematteo.blogspot.com/2005/08/on-summit-of-europe.html' title='On the summit of Europe'/><author><name>Matteo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604213199494247195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/1600/mi21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15266978.post-112361925719790670</id><published>2005-08-09T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T13:54:08.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Milano - Sanremo 2000: the myth of "Classicissima"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's the oldest and most well-known cycling competition in Italy. Each year the best professional cyclists fight to win the "Classicissima" (literally: the "most classical" race) that connect the cities of Milan to the seaside center of Sanremo, located close to Monaco's French border. The race is 300 km length and there are several uphills on the route... Those years I was fond of running mountain bike com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/1600/mi-sanremo21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/200/mi-sanremo21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;petitions and, for that reason, I was very well trained. When I've started thinking to run the Milano-Sanremo, that race mainly represented a challenge within myself, in fact, I never tried to run before so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; many kilometres, neither in race nor in training. Maybe for recklessness, maybe for the desire to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; discover my limits I decided to participate to the amateurial Milano-Sanremo in October and I had no idea about what I had to face for the following months... I had to train myself especially during the cold season but I felt very strong at the end of May, with more than 4500 km cycled from January and a 64 kilos weight. When the day of the race arrived I felt too excited, the moment I was waiting for many mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nths was there, but I wasn't sure to be able to cycle for 300 km... During the race I was ok, I felt no pain and I had no cramps: I easily climbed the uphills on the route and kilometres passed by and b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/1600/mi-sanremo31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/200/mi-sanremo31.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;y quickly under my wheels... After 260 km of race I understood I was close to reach the finish line, that my challenge was near to be won. In that moment, when some people from the edge of the road clapped to us I felt an happiness feeling I tried just few times in my life; I was too happy, I betted on myself for an extreme race and I was there to reach the finish... I understood that everything would have been possible in my life and fighting for my own dreams they sooner or later would have become true... That feelings gave me the strength enough to cycle for the 40 km left, with the tough uphills of "Cipressa" and "Poggio of Sanremo". Up on the last climbing I had no more water and I became dehydrated; my average speed have fallen down but I managed the same the finish line where I met the eyes of my mom and dad. I covered the 300 km in a total time of 9 hours and an average speed of 32 km/h. It was an exceptionally good result for me, and the cup I received on end keep my memories alive to that experience which I consider one of the best in my lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15266978-112361925719790670?l=adventurematteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventurematteo.blogspot.com/feeds/112361925719790670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15266978&amp;postID=112361925719790670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15266978/posts/default/112361925719790670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15266978/posts/default/112361925719790670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventurematteo.blogspot.com/2005/08/milano-sanremo-2000-myth-of.html' title='Milano - Sanremo 2000: the myth of &quot;Classicissima&quot;'/><author><name>Matteo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604213199494247195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/1600/mi21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15266978.post-112361921169719975</id><published>2005-08-09T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T13:48:50.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking into the Finnish wilds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/1600/trekking-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/200/trekking-11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Two years after the glorious ride to North Cape, it was time to come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;back again to our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; beloved Scandinavia! This time, we decided for a 3 weeks travel to Finland by car. This was a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nother one exceptionally cool journey which I have great memories of. We left from Milan and w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;assed again through Switzerland and Germany, then we headed to Sweden, Stockholm and finally Finland. Like a compass do, we pointed the wheels of our car North and we easily reached in a few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; days the Finnish side of Lapland. Once there, we putted on our shoulders the backpacks and we entered the Oulanka Natio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nal Park, an amazing wilderness area on the Finnish Arctic Circle, near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; the Russian border, for a couple of days hike. O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ur plan was to follow the wild "Bear Trail" (so called 'cause of the many bears living there...) and to do that we brought with us our tent, sleeping bags and all the other stuffs ind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ispensabl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e to be self-sufficient. It's useless to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; the backpacks were truly heavy, but the beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/1600/trekking-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/200/trekking-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; of that region was enough not to feel us the toil... I've still clear in my mind - it seems as I was there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yesterday - the images of those rivers, lakes, hills and all the majestic landscapes we've seen... The total distance of the hike was approximately 60 km and we covered it in two beautiful days. After that "wilderness experience" w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e had other grea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;t times during the journey, we spent four days in Saint Petersburg (Russia) and a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; couple of days in Tallin (Estonia) before coming back to Milan. At home, I wrote an article on our Finnish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; hike (which was published on t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;he magazine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Drakkar") and, even if all the tour we've done has been great, I still consider our stroll into the wilds as the main highlight... What else to say? See you soon Finland!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15266978-112361921169719975?l=adventurematteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventurematteo.blogspot.com/feeds/112361921169719975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15266978&amp;postID=112361921169719975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15266978/posts/default/112361921169719975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15266978/posts/default/112361921169719975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventurematteo.blogspot.com/2005/08/hiking-into-finnish-wilds.html' title='Hiking into the Finnish wilds'/><author><name>Matteo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604213199494247195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/1600/mi21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15266978.post-112361914645070412</id><published>2005-08-09T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T13:42:22.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Milano - North Cape - Milano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/1600/norway023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/200/norway023.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I keep a lot of good memories about this tri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;p; it was my first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; travel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; abroad and I consider it as one of my favorites. We travelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; by car from Milan to the northernmost point of Europe - through Switzerland, Germany, Denmark and Norway - for a 25 days trip. Reaching North Cape under the soft light of midnight sun it has been a real pleasure and the gorgeous landscapes crossed were absolutely astonishing... We passed through great vast forests, islands, mountain passes, deserted tundra, incredible fjord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/1600/norway81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/200/norway81.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s and romantic wooden villages. Weather was obviously windy and frozen and we used to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; in cam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ping sites with bungalows. The weather situation was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; quite hard but the beauty of that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; nature worth definitely a visit!!! Big empty spaces rule in Norway even if that doesn't mean is a bor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ing place, it offers many different sceneries and I consider it - together with Iceland - one of the most impressive and unforgettable country o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;f Europe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the road back to Milan, in fact, we visited mainly Norway: from the cold Varanger peninsula situated on the Barent S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ea, in the northern side of the country near the Russian border, to the wonderful Lofoten islands up to the Arctic Circle, from the historical city of Bergen to the capital Oslo... Lapland is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/1600/norway31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/200/norway31.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;deserted area and it was incredible to drive for hours through the bare tundra without passing each other cars, just with the companionship of thousand rein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;deers! And when the travel was over I immediately missed greatly the smoked fish fragrance found everywhere there, the explosion of colors in the sky at sunset or the f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;resh wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; disarranging my hairs... while the car was charged for more than 14000 kilometres...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15266978-112361914645070412?l=adventurematteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventurematteo.blogspot.com/feeds/112361914645070412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15266978&amp;postID=112361914645070412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15266978/posts/default/112361914645070412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15266978/posts/default/112361914645070412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventurematteo.blogspot.com/2005/08/milano-north-cape-milano.html' title='Milano - North Cape - Milano'/><author><name>Matteo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13604213199494247195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1327/1600/mi21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
