FROM HOME TO THE DOLOMITAS
Adrià Noguera and his Megamo Pulse Elite
In less than a week I started my adventure, I had just enough time to draw the route in Koomot and visualize the wonderful roads and mountain passes I was going to ride. It would be a total of 1350km and 13,500 meters of elevation gain.
The route consisted of crossing the Pyrenees and the French Alps to reach the end of my goal, the town of Cortina d'Ampezzo, where I could see the famous and impressive Dolomitas. There I would end my trip to return home by plane.
I also carried tools and spare parts that finally did not help me at all, not a single puncture in the whole route and all the mechanical part worked perfectly!
I think my desire and my adventurous spirit made me arrive in France almost without realizing it. I crossed the Pyrenees and a few kilometers of plain when I began to visualize the signs in a new language, the landscapes and the culture that characterizes and distinguishes our neighboring country Et voilà! First day passed with a total of 220 km in the legs.
On the fourth, fifth and sixth day I crossed the French Alps through Briançon and the Montgenevre pass towards Italy. The villages that I found along the way transported me to the Middle Ages, each one of them hid behind its walls and fortresses years of history that turned the landscape into a beautiful bucolic postcard.
On the seventh day I was able to enjoy early in the morning a breathtaking view of Lake Garda. I continued on my way with the objective of reaching Canazei and I saw how the landscape changed again, little by little I got closer to the high and steep mountains that would define from then on the landscape that would accompany me during the last kilometers of my adventure.
Finally, on my eighth and last day I allowed myself the luxury of doing fewer kilometers, even though I had to gain a lot of positive elevation gain, doing the most mythical passes of the Giro d'Italia (Passo sella, Pordoi and Giau) to my destination, Cortina d'Ampezzo. I remember thinking at the time that everything was spectacular: the scenery, the roads, the charming villages... I felt good, and I was glad I had made the decision to undertake this trip alone. Although I felt fear and uncertainty in the first few kilometers, I realized that this had been a great experience.
I followed for two days the race in first person, met Andreu and other acquaintances and enjoyed for two more days one of the best places in Europe. Although we almost missed the plane, the return trip was very short, I woke up and we were already flying over the city of Barcelona, my adventure was over.