Adventures of the Bear (it’s my Kawasaki) far away. Part four - the most delicious glass of beer.

Hello. I continue the story about my adventures in the mountains. On this day I had to travel 349 kilometers through the Alps, through Bavaria, Austria, Switzerland, Italy. This day I can safely call the most successful photo day of this trip. Nature rewarded me for persistence with good weather. All the way the camera was hanging on my neck and I was shooting while riding.

So I finished the previous story on what I spent too much time shooting the castle of Neuschwanstein. It was already 2 p.m. when I had lunch and went further. The way was laid exclusively on small paths. It was a great day filled with sun and fresh mountain air, the landscapes were even more exciting. There were so many amazing places where there was no possibility to stop… And time was running out, it was necessary to catch one mountain lake at sunset. But behind every turn an indescribable beauty was waiting for me, I continually stopped. Probably it was the day when I completely disconnected from all the problems, my photographer's spirit took precedence over the motorcyclist's desire to burn tires.
In the lowlands the road ran along the mountain streams, rivers, infernal streams of bubbling green water. Car drivers hated me, as I overtook them on serpentines, but on the straight I always stopped the traffic admiring the beauty.
The way

The sun was setting over the mountains, which created a delightful lighting, but it was noticeably colder, and the road was gradually rising higher and higher, the engine was starting to give signs of lack of air... I overtook the g-wagon… If I overtake, so there will be an indescribable beauty now….

Unnoticed for myself, I passed through the ridge and began the way down, there was a wild cold, as the road now goes in the shadow of the mountain.

And I found these mountain lakes…..

On the way back I got lost a little, but enjoyed the walk through the Alps in the dark, and it got dark in a few minutes. I reached the motto completely wet from the inside, and I had to change into dry clothes, so as not to freeze on the way to the night. One more good news – I had to go 100 km on mountain serpentines at night. I covered the camera, put it in the safest place on the bike, and flew to the night mountain adventures. City after city, at 10.30 p.m., I began to break the rules in the cities trying to catch up with the time that spent on taking photos. Only 8-9 km left, I thought that it would be easy to roll to the hotel… But I completely forgot that when booking a hotel, I preferred number somewhere in the mountains… So hello, crazy Italian towns with wild, untouched serpentines… I remember the only thought in my head…. When, when, when…? I arrived… Finally. A hospitable Italian man was waiting for me, he offered to put my bike into a garage, then he bought me a beer… Maybe I was so hungry for beer, or I might be very tired, but the beer was mind-blowing, drink after drink, story after story… Went to the room, and there was such a perfect view from the window...

Woke up to dinner, ate, went to the garage =))) took off the tank, changed the fuel filter, it turned out that the fault was in the clamped gasoline pipeline (if you remember I had a high-speed motorcycle suffered from a shortage of fuel). and moved on the road to Verona.

To be continued…