The town Torre San Giovanni appeared like a construction site when we arrived by bike from the south. By and by we found the very small hotel Petra Bianca, sufficiently far from the ruckus of road work and new buildings. The host’s son Lorenzo met us and escorted us to the room (or appartment to be exact) and by a combination of signlanguage and deft use of some translation function on the phone, we communicated nicely. A fair night sleep and a very wholesome and nice breakfast, served by Magda, fortified us for the next leg of biking to the ancient town of Gallipoli (in Italy, not the infamous Turkish one of the first world war.
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