(continued from part 1 )
Ferry arrives at Venice and my bike rolls its wheels over Italian soil for the first time. Actually we're both debutants so to say I'm excited is an understatement though little I knew what beyond exciting moments would follow during my travelling career later. I follow the handwritten notes on my tank bag to make it to Innsbruck (no gps) while my partner in crime would meet me at the train station of the city.
Hence her pictures:
