GOODBYE MY FRIEND I knew it would be tough. It would have been seven long months without my friend Ciube, my furry playmate. The biga was ready, the equipment checked and rechecked. The ferry to Civitavecchia was waiting for me. I put on the shirt of my superhero Nicolò Barella and headed towards the most difficult moment of my departure: I had to say goodbye to the Ciube. https://www.ciubekka.com/blog/arrivederci-amico-mio ⬇️0️⃣2️⃣⬇️ #CiubekkaScrive #CiubekkaInCroce

THE TURKISH CURE I had been sick, for the first time during my long bike trip, I had been really sick. I had left the beautiful Istanbul after a week of revelry incompatible with my life as a cyclist. When I left, my body stuffed with kebabs, weissbier and sleepless nights had not withstood the ups and downs of the beautiful but very tiring hills of the province of Yalova, whose panorama reminded me of my beloved Cinque Terre. https://www.ciubekka.com/blog/la-cura-turca ⬇️0️⃣2️⃣⬇️ #CiubekkaScrive #CiubekkaInCroce

Hanno liberato Cecilia Sala ! Grazie ! #CeciliaSala