Flat, little wind and brightening skies makes a perfect excuse to break the bikes out for the first time. Madman Shazby doesn’t need asking twice. Time to blow some cob-webs away.
The seven mile beach side bike path into Rimini is sandwiched either side. To our left, hotel, after hotel, after hotel. Like a mini mountain range, they cast an earlier evening shadow across the beach. To our right, each hotel has its own allocated plot. Large size gardens’ worth that hardly eat into the massively huge flat beach. This side is bustling with armies of workers. Hotels closed for the season. They are busy cleaning, washing and tidying. Mini swimming pools, kinder-gardens, beach huts, play and sports areas, bars, sun-loungers, pergolas – all under attack. Winter is coming.
It warms up as we take in Rimini’s old Roman town (no surprise there then). We are fast becoming connoisseurs of Italian ice-creams. This “boutique” parlour offers up an unbelievable choice. They pile it on. We don’t mind.
It’s very posh. But not the prices.
