The Alps II - From the Dolomites to Venice
- Tobias Heller
- 15. Sept. 2016
- 23 Min. Lesezeit
We are about halfway on our way to Venice, 10 days have passed so quickly. Despite heavy blisters and pain luckily we did not encounter any overly bad incidents. Our further way will lead us through the Dolomites with one of the highest points we will reach on the way to Venice. We will pass through the city Belluno and then finally climb the last mountain until we set foot on the last flat kilometers through wine production sites, villages and forests, until finally, Venice is in reach.
Day 11, 15. September 2016
Schluetterhuette - Puezhuette - Refugio Piscadu
Is it already day number 11? We have done some hiking so far I guess! Today we go the following, again deciding to not go with just one tour, but moreover do one and a half of tomorrows tour. We start by going uphill again, along the rim of a mountain which would lead us after a few hours already to the goal for the first tour, already arriving around lunch time, perfect for heaving a warm drink and a little cake - the afternoon cake and the beer in the evening are the things that keep me going I reckon. We leave the refugio soon again, and it starts to rain slightly so we cover ourselves with raincoats. We have to climb up steep again, and what worsens the ascent is that the whole pathway up consists of small stones and sand in which our feet sink deep and make walking more exhausting as you always tend to drop down below a bit. It is a magic atmosphere in the air today, the mystic, white fog lies ahead of us, wrapping in the peaks of the mountains. At the same time, the sun tries hard to break through and it sends rays of sunlight through the mist from time to time. We manage to arrive at the gash between the mountain peaks with sweat soaked clothes and we are greeted with a strong and freezing cold wind, which makes us put our jackets back on in order to not catch a cold. At the other side we had to climb along the rim of the mountains, the area stony, deserted and with only little spots of green which wouldn't do much against the feeling that if you got lost here, no one would find you for quite a long time. The whole day we proceed in dense fog, distant from reach of sunlight - at least it is not raining!
Once down, we find ourselves in front of a complex of mountains, from where we would have to hike all the way up to the top to reach the highest point on that trip, which would be the Piz Boe with about 3152 m hight. As the day already tends to find its end we know we would only reach one of the mountain refugees, Refugio Pisciadu, which is already located at 2585 meters hight. Still a bit to go, and the fog is getting more and more dense and rain starts to drip constantly now, not heavily, but persistently. After an easy descend up sloppy ways that wind their way up the mountain, we start to encounter piles of stones again which we have to cross. Uncertainty overcomes us, as there are 2 different ways written on a sign, one pointing to the climbing path, the other to the longer one, which apparently does not demand much climbing therefore. We decide to go the climbing path, and surely we find steel ropes that go up steep. This no is not a mere hike anymore, as we really have to use our hands fully to heave ourselves and the bags up the steep stone block formations, not seeing further than several steps ahead as the fog got intensely dense now, and the stones are wet and slippery. Sometimes my head wanders off, imagining that I could miss to grab one of the steel ropes, lose balance with the heavy bag on my shoulder or simply slip and fall down. Better not think about that, but concentrate on the task at hand. After what seems like 2 hours more, we finally arrive in flat surface and in front of us amidst fog lies the Refugio. Proud of ourselves but extremely exhausted, we look forward for our hot meal and of course: a fresh beer slipping down our dry throats.
Day 12, 16. September 2016
Refugio Piscadu - Refugio Boe - Refugio Viel Dal Pan - Alleghe
Good and frosty morning! The night has been frosty cold, thank god I wasn't closefisted with my sleeping bag, a good investment. Todays journey will lead us from Refugio Pisciadu - Refugio Boe - Refugio Viel Dal Pan - Alleghe. This is going to be a very hard and long day for us - not knowing yet how exhausting and that we would find ourselves at our limits this evening. Our plan is to finish the rest of todays tour and make it up to Refugio Boe and the Peak Piz Boe. From then on it will be a long and steep descent into a deeper located touristic station, from where the path would lead to another Refugio, which we would skip in order to walk as far as we can get in direction Alleghe. From the Refugio we slept the previous night starts a steep climb uphill, which leaves our clothes glued to our skin by sweat after only several minutes of walking. The fog still clings to the upper peaks where our path leads us, and we start to walk in moonlike landscape amidst the fog. Everything up here is plain rocks, with indented holes spread all over the surface and lose blocks lying around. The feeling to walk up here in the cold and damp air is indescribable, as if you'd walk on another planet. We soon encounter the Refugio Boe, where we have a cup of hot steaming tea to warm ourselves and to stand in front of the fireplace to dry the already wet and sweaty clothes. After that there is no way around - we have to leave in order to climb to the peak, the highest point on that trip. After another steep ascend we arrive there, wind whistling strongly around us and our cheeks beginning to freeze. We made it to the highest point! From then on the long descend starts, and it takes us several hours to go down. The landscape beings to look "normal" again, less moony and foreign.
Once down we find ourselves in a little center where busses filled with tourists stop, which tend to be here for day trips and hikes. In the distance we can then make one of our next stops, a huge lake with an adjacent dam. The scenery seems somewhat funny too me, as it looks as someone pushed hard against the far end of the mountain and the surface started to go up and down in waves, as does the little pathway that leads to the Refugio Viel Dal Pan that is already visible as well - what seems close can sometimes be further than expected. After two more hours we finally arrrive at the Refugio, once more just to strengthen ourselves. This should actually be the end of todays way, but our plan leads us further on. We descend down to the lake, go across the bridge and therby start to make a half circle around it. At the far end we now need to descend further down, for a long way. The pathway here is actually the skiing piste as we continously follow the skiing lift which is deactivated until winter. The way down does not appear very special, but we know we need to climb it down all the way.
Sunset is already over, and the night starts to creep into the mountains, and the goal is yet more than 15 kms away. We walk through a passageway that is wound into the mountains which stand up steep on both sides - in summer a touristic attraction but now life- and motionless. Soon we arrive at another village where we decide to go into a Pizzeria to fill our growling stomachs. How far should we go on? My companions resources of energy seem to run out, and I agree with him to camp somewhere after the village - a bad mistake as we didn't check the weather forecast. Allege would still be about 8 - 10 kms away, a distance we can't go anymore in the middle of the night. We put the tent in a little clearing of a forest, but still close to a street, not feeling very comfortable with that decision as we didn't know if people would catch us and tell us that it is illegal. We then crawl in there and start to sleep, which will turn out to be one of the worst nights in the alps - and for Dominik also the last one as the following day he has to return home.
Day 13, 17. September 2016
Alleghe - Refugio Tissi
We hardly manage to sleep as the rain suddenly starts pouring down in the night, which is so strong the tent walls start to let water leak in. All this is accompanied by heavy thunder and lightning, which lets me shoot up in the middle of the night. We have to get out of that tent, that is my first instinctive thought, all the while thinking about which material the sticks of the tent are made off. Metal? Maybe not the best under those circumstances. We hurriedly pack our bags, heart pounding and my mind completely swallowed up by stress and also fear. Rain pours down on us as we start a discussion what to do with the tent. Leave it there? Putting it down would take forever and we already started to be soaking wet. So we decided to leave it, heading in the direction we came from and searching for a place that would save us from the water which thunders down heavier by every minute, the whole scene creepily illuminated by an occurring thunderbolt from time to time. We find a little sports ground with a roof and benches, and put our sleeping bags the bench, trying to get some sleep there. We are wet, it is cold and the thunder is loud, but I somehow fall asleep again for only a short time. Waking up I find my travel partner sitting upright at the bench, apparently not able to find any sleep at all. So we pack our bags at around 5 - 6 in the morning, getting started to proceed in the rain. At least the rain had decreased and along the way we pick up the abandoned tent. Now the only way leading to Alleghe would be to follow the streets. The only positive thing about all that misery indeed is, that this early in the morning there wouldn't be too many cars passing us, thus it wouldn't be too dangerous to walk the streets.
Finally we arrive in Alleghe, finishing yesterdays double hike. We are wet, we are exhausted, we lack sleep, we are worn out, we are everything but fine. But the worst is the terrible hunger that has befallen us, so we pick one of the hotels that seemed to be the only one where there was some kind of activity to spot and ask if they offer breakfast. The lady, around her 40s with a great, shiny smile offers us to take part at the breakfast buffet. Expecting that we would pay a lot for that, we confirm as our stomachs are hurting and growling. And then 4 guys come down the stairs, and we recognize them at once, laughing about the coincidence. We have met them all over the journey again and again. If we decided to do a double tour, they also similarly ended up in the end at the same Refugio. And life sometimes is strange, after this procedure to get down to Alleghe, the puzzle pieces fall in place with each other. The lady offers us the breakfast for free, she only asks for money for the coffee she made, as well offers us to take the showers of the boys before the cleaning lady would do her work. Additionally two of the guys would go home in direction munich, and would take Dominik with them. I instead could join with the guy leftover to do the trip until Belluno. Happiness and gratitude overcomes us, in the end everything worked out well. My travel companion and I say goodbye to each other then. We made it together till here! Somehow it will be weird to be on my own now, but first I got another traveller coming with me for the next 3 days.
But anyways, todays hike is still on, and even though I feel like having no energy at all, 2.000 meters of ascent lie ahead of us as we go the distance Alleghe - Refugio Tissi. The second option would have been to take the lift, but unfortunately the operation times have stopped about several days ago, so there is no way around climbing up. The way up is exhausting, steep and demands a lot from my overly tired body. Hiking under those conditions makes everything much more strenuous than it is anyways. I somehow manage to achieve the steep climb which covers forest pathways, green hills and further stony ways until we reach one of the higher points. Breathless a view opens up which renders me speechless as well. Beneath several little sandy paths lead in a wild back and forth, crossing each other, down to a little blue sparkling lake. The scenery is beyond beautiful, as the lake is located high up in the mountains, and in the background the peaks of other mountains round up the whole scene. But that isn't todays goal yet. There is still a way to go, once we leave the crystal blue lake behind us, we need to walk through enormous blocks of stone, which takes several more hours until finally the Refugio Tissi is in visible reach. The last meters are hard today, but in the end I managed. The Refugio turns out is very simple, run by an italian family and is facing a large granite wall just in it's front. As everything I possess is soaking wet, I put on the only more or less dry clothes I have left in the bag and hang most of my things near the fireplace, hoping it would dry till tomorrow. After a meal and nice talks with other hikers - the number of those can be counted on one hand - I go to a frosty dormitory underneath the common rooms and fall asleep soon from the exhaustion.
Day 14, 18. September 2016
Refugio Tissi - Bruto Carestiato - Refugio Sommariva
After a very cold night up in the mountains, I have a look again at my travel guide and confirm last nights thoughts. I can go more than just the recommended distance again and make my way to a Refugio that lies in the middle of tomorrows walking way, thereby saving another half day. As we are at the peak of a mountain it is necessary to climb down first, this time the same way we came up. My short time travel companion joins me for todays hike. Instead of going all the way down, we turn right at a certain point following the slightly but continuously descending path through muddy meadows with fallen trees. The weather keeps on changing and makes the decision what to wear hard, as on the one hand I start sweating if the sun comes out, but on the other the wind and mysterious mist cools my body down. Once down the next steeper pathways are waiting for me. I also notice the remarkable change in the landscape. Whilst the dolomites showed green meadows with those greyish-white colossos appearing to protrude out of the green surrounding, here the mountains grew similarly rugged, but allover covered with green stains and surrounded by evergreen thick fir forests. The ripped flakes of fog contribute to the scene. As my pace is beyond moderate, I leave my companion to walk for himself once a steep climb awaits us, because he does not know which distance he will go today yet - we might meet again later. The rest of the way to Refugio Bruto Carestiato is a simple walkway though the moist forest with a slippery partially flooded ground and once arrive I eat a little snack and be on the go again.
The rest of the day I keep climbing up and down, it is a rainy and foggy day again, so most of the time I walk in humid air and small droplets of rain keep falling down on me - could be worse than a bit of water, thinking back to earlier hiking distances. I arrive at an emergency shelter with a little fireplace around late afternoon and have a lunch there. I consider sleeping here tonight, but it is not late yet and if I go on a little further I could reach another mountain Refugio. Choosing between sleeping in that dirty wet wooden construction and a proper shelter I pick the latter, thereby having to walk for another 2 hours at least. I proceed on my way and once the way splits several times I get utterly confused which way to pick as no signs are visible pointing in direction of the Refugio. Not happy about that, I choose the one I guess leads to the right direction, finding that it makes a strange turn to the opposite direction later on and return because I have a feeling that I picked the wrong one. Instead this time I take the one to my left and hope it will be the right one, as exhaustion is seeping in and darkness is already starting to seep into the mountains. after half an hour I find a sign which confirms I am on the right track and follow it half an hour more to finally arrive at the place I searched for. Three older ladies and a man aged between 50 - 60 are there as well. I find out, that I came just right in time as it would be the last night until the mountain shack would close for winter - puh I was lucky! Because of that, the owners were eager to get rid of all there food, which they gave us partially for free, as well as liquors and loads of apple pie for the whole evening. Once I have dinner with the other guests, the door opens once more and my travel companion steps in, with a feverish, worn out look, and a surprising smile on his face. He made it also up to here!
Day 15, 19. September 2016
Refugio Sommariva - Refugio Pian de Fontana - Belluno
I wake up here in Refugio Sommariva, the dormitory has cooled out a lot over the night. I recollect my belongings, which I have hung up next to the oven over night. As no one has put more wood into it, the fire must have subsided quickly, as my clothes are still damp from yesterday. The worst is to get back into cold, wet clothes, but I somehow get used to it now and once I am in physical movement again I would be fine. I start together with Tom today, in front of us is the last descend upwards before we leave the dolomites. The hike up is long again, leading over those typical white stones that are spread out everywhere. Once up on the top, the view back into the dolomites is stunning and makes my heart beat even faster. I silently say goodbye to those big colossal friends I have began to love during the previous days, and we begin another descent down to Refugio Pian de Fontana.
We arrive at the Refugio, and as the sun is sending its hot rays down at us, we spread parts of our clothes here to dry while we have lunch. From here there would be two options: either we could go to Refugio Alp. Nr 7 or climb down the long way until Belluno. Unfortunately the way to the next Refugio here requires climbing equipment, otherwise it would be a too dangerous path to walk. Both of us don't have it with us, and promised possibilities to borrow them on the way didnt turn out to be true, so we have to pick the descent. This one takes us hours and hours of walking, first steep down and steep up again, and then finally in a smooth decline further and further down, mainly trought a broad forest street with a scenery that would not change much. So we keep on walking and walking until we finally arrive at our todays far off goal, Belluno.
Back to civilization. The whole scenery appears weird and foreign to me - once back to a bigger city I notice how silent, how tranquilized and remote everything is from normal life. Now that I am here, the big cars and busses dash past me, people are talking loudly as they walk through the streets, their phones pushed tightly to their ears and gesticulating with someone in the phone invisible to others. Even though it is a small city, everthing seems to be louder, more intense and above all simply more than before. We go to the tourist center in order to ask for cheap accommodation which we could share and book a small spartan equipped room with two beds for tonight. As we are really hungry, we go to an italian restaurant, where I had one of the best asparagus serrano pizzas ever in my life - or just because I was starving.
Day 16, 20. September 2016
Belluno - Refugio Col Visentin
Once again I have to say goodbye, as my new won short time travel friend Tom would part with me to go home. Now I am left alone until I reach Venice and my last mountain before the flat surface to Venice is in front of me. The start leads me along the streets of Belluno, as I have to get out of the center first. I follow a long street with a nice view back to Belluno, and and soon at the end of the street I find the pathway going up the mountain which yet blocks my direct way to Venice - my last mountain, I really can't believe it! The way up causes no problems, as there are no heavy block stones to climb, but only simple, stable paths lead up all the way. Along the way I pass green meadows, cows and several alms. The sky over Belluno only shows a few clouds but in general it is warm and sunny weather, bees buzzing up here in high altitude and doing their works. How silent it is alone, my thoughts seem the only thing that echoes loudly in my brain - nonetheless only audible for me.
The way up to Col Visentin is not overly too hard, and I soon arrive in front of a quite bizarre scene. Lots of antennas and weird metal structures are put on top of this mountain right in front of the Refugio. Is here the Refugio or did I land at some kind of observation station? But sure, there is also a little shack amidst it, and I enter there and find a couple with their older son sitting there. I have a rest, change into other clothes and put down my backpack into the dormitory room. Later at night, once darkness has set, I step outside into the cool mountain air and find an amazing view. Just in front of me I see all those lights on flat surface and somewhere - somewhere - still far but now already in visible reach, there is Venice. Sitting here on the mountain in the dark observing the flickering lights shining up till here, my thoughts wander off distantly.
Day 17, 21. September 2016
Refugio Col Visentin - Tarzo - Ponte della Priula
As so often when you sleep on top of a mountain, the following day begins with a hike downhill. This time the last one in the tour, then it will be merely flat surface up to Venice, but anyways still more than 130 kms to go. The descend takes long, and as we are not in the depth of the alps anymore, it leads immediately to a broad tarred road which I follow for about 2 hours. Arriving at the bottom I am slightly confused which way to take - guessing which direction would be the right one, I proceed along the street. Still walking along a street with cars passing by gives me a weird feeling, as it did in Belluno. I apparently guessed right, as signs already lead the way to Tarzo, which actually would be the stop for todays tour. Anyways, now that I am so close to Venice, I feel like walking more. Somehow I come up with an inner strength and will power to finish this tour now, thereby doing a double day's march. Once in Tarzo I go on the way described in my travel guide.
The way from Tarzo leads through a lot of wine-growing areas. As the wine grapes hang fully, juicy and shiny along the way I can't resist to plug some down, rinse them with water nearby and eat all different color variations. I have never in my life tasted better grapes than those delicacies! The last meters to of the walk my knee begins to hurt, apparently the last long descend was giving my knees the rest and they somehow start to complain now after all those hikes up and down the mountains. And my heels are getting completely sore again, which adds to the misery. I notice that walking in the mountains is a different way of straining my feet, as the walks now are on flat surface and thereby I cover a much longer distance per day. Was it a mistake to hurry too much and take a double tour today with more than 50 km? Will that cause me to fail shortly before the goal, which is more in reach than ever before? I arrive at a supermarket to get the best medicine I could think of (beer) and buy some food. I also ask for a cheap hotel this night, as my body doesn't feel well and it begins to worsen by the minute. Finally, I find a cheap one with a single room for myself, which normally I reluctantly take, but the times where you can find mountain refugios belonged to the past. Once inside I fall on the bed, shove some food into my mouth, and drink the whole bottle of beer at once. I have the feeling of developing a temperature, not sure if caused by the effect of the beer, but I stumble out of bed into the shower, grateful that it has no time limits like in one of the mountain showers where water was scarce and had to be saved. Back in bed I check my temperature, which is beyond 38 already. The only thing that is left for me to do is to go to sleep instantly in order to get as much sleep as possible and hope tomorrow it will be better again.
Day 18, 22. September 2016
Ponte della Priula - San Bartolomeo - Musile di Piave
The shrill ringing of my phone alarm rips me out of my sleep. It is 6 o'clock. I am slightly confused where I am - a hotel room? No dormitory? No tent? No other people still snoring around me? I try to regain yesterdays memories into my still drowsy and sleepy head, and remember that I ended up here yesterday night after my body had a remarkable low. I check my temperature which is back to normal again, which shows also in the fact that I am in a way better condition now, despite the fact that a fundamental pain wouldn't subside that fast. Todays goal is simply put: the fuck walk as far as you can get! The first task sounds easier than it is, crossing the bridge that gives the location its name. The morning traffic here is enormous, people are pushing their way to work, school or to tend to other matters. Even though I do not like to walk over a bridge with that much traffic and noise, there is no other way to go over to the other side - closing out the fact that I could still swim over there. Once unharmed and in one piece at the other side, the way leads along the river, if the it can be called a proper way in any case. The described way leads through a dense jungle of plants growing next to the river and I have to fight my way through the green cloud of bushes, fern along the slippery moss covered ground.
The following way leads past a sand factory ground, and then on several roads to San Bartolomeo. The sun is burning down heavily and I need to put suncreme on as my skin gets burned easily. In San Bartolomeo I sit down in front of a supermarket, lay on a bench, have some of my supplies and rest for half an hour there. Then I move on, and I walk and walk and walk through smaller streets, land streets leading through several wine production sites and also broad streets with moderate traffic on it. Once the sun begins to set, I am still in the middle of nowhere, walking on a pathway along a river which is overgrown with high grass and makes the walk annoying and hard. I arrive at another village and from there I need to walk along the street to Musile di Piave, where I thing about stopping for tonight, as it is now completely dark already. The street is without any lights, and once a spot car lights I move into the grass as I am not sure if they would spot me walking on the street.
Day 19, 23. September 2016
Musile di Piave - Jesolo - Lido di Jesolo - Venice
I wake up groggily from a quite deep sleep, and find myself lying on a bench wrapped in my sleeping bag, my backpack under my head, the straps wrapped around my arms, and underneath my body my yoga mat which I put there to soften the hardness of the bench. I check my surrounding - next to me are several trucks on a big parking space and I remember that I lay down on a little square playground for kids next to the truck stop. "Today I gonna finish the hike, I will be in Venice!" is a thought that shoots through my head and causes me to sit up. I hastily roll up my mat and place it via straps onto the backpack, get into the shoes I had placed next to the bench and shove the sleeping bag back into the sack. Then I leave my makeshift night quarter with aching feet but renewed vigor. I follow the residential area until I am out of Musile di Piave, finding myself once more on a long street which follows the river. At least it is not highly frequented by cars, so walking this street is not uncomfortable or dangerous business. I plug in my earphones and put in pushing, energizing music which lifts my mood and keeps me going.
After a few hours I arrive at the outskirts of Jesolo, together with Lido di Jesolo where the beach and all the hotels are located, is a touristic place where lots of people tend to have their vacation time. I feel overloaded amidst all of the people, from which some of them seem to scrutinize me interestedly. And along the way I meet a street mirror and I regard myself closer for the first time after days. In front of me stands a man with a head band wrapped around his head, the hair messy and unkempt, sweat running down his greasy face and his eyes wild and somehow crazy. And surely despite the looks he is also vaporizing a terrible smell from his clothes and body, which the man himself wouldn't be able to recognize. I can't recognize myself for a moment, so I can imagine why people look at me. Or maybe it is only imagination.
The closer I get to the beach, the higher the hotel buildings grow. The dramatic change in the scenery couldn't be more different. From the greenest meadows going in waves over hills, high rugged mountains piercing out of the earth, flowers blooming and cristal clear waterfalls to that colossal array of hotels, that similarly make up for a quite futuristic kind of mountain chain, touristic people going after their schedule of tending to all the attractions for children and families are offered, fast food restaurants and additionally and not at last: the beach which is only a stone throw far away. And it truly is, as I march through the last big hotels that flank the beach, I spot firstly the sand and then the blue strip of water behind it. It was about time - the sea is here! Once I leave the shadow of the buildings i run onto the beach, shooting sand in every direction and finally splashing with my hiking boots into the water, fully enjoying myself. The feeling is indescribable - after the last days of physical and mental stress test finally I made it here. But not yet the test is over, I remind myself. From Lido di Jesolo to the Port Sabbione from which I would be able to take the boat to settle over to Venice it would still be about 12 kms. I anyways don't hesitate to put down my shoes for a while, sitting on a the landing stage, enjoying the fresh salty air and having a little refreshment while doing so. I put my feet into the salt water, which sting and burn immediately because of all those open blisters, which by the time have a yellowish colour and cover most of my feet. I would love to walk on the sand barefoot, but I wouldn't like to get sand into the open wounds so I put my shoes back on. Yes, I will finish in my damn hiking shoes which took me all the way to here!
With renewed energy and with the goal so close by, I gather all my energy and move along the long beach of Lido di Jesolo. Walking on the sand with the heavy backpack turns out to be even more difficult, as I sink in deep and every time I lift my foot back up I have to fight against the pressure of the sand. Because of that I quickly change to the little beach walkways running all along the beach, passing lots of hotels, vacation facilities and signs in all different kinds of lettering proclaiming the name of the domiciles. Not many people are around, as it is no the high season anymore and it comes to my mind that we are already on the verge of Octobor soon. I have to cross another bridge to go over to another peninsula, which will stretch for a length of about 10 kms. The last ones to go, finally! Those few kms can feel like eternity, especially once the way is only leading along a broad street, offering no great landscapes around here. I could have walked along the beach, but in that case I prefer the street as it is easier to walk along here. Besides the street I see the street marks, and once I see a sign that Punta Sabbione is only 3 kms far away, I start to count the meters to go. My feet are really hurting now as like pure flesh is grinding against the shoes inner sides, I feel the exhaustion deep in my bones. 2,8 km, 2,7 km, 2,6 km. On the way I stop in a supermarket, grabbing a sugary drink to fuel my inner engine, and then I see it: the port to go over to Venice. 300 m, 290 m, 280 m, 260 m, ... And then after several more minutes, it is here. I get a ticket to go over to Venice immediately and get on the next ferry to cross over. I have done it! Exhausted I drop on deck of the ferry, sitting down, closing my eyes and feeling the humming engine of the fast boat underneath me. Venice, I am here.
Final End
What now?
I arrive at the port, and once I step of from the boat a huge wave of tourists of all nationalities lies in front of me, strolling busily around the small bridges, taking selfies on every corner to have a memory about the beauty of Venice to show their relatives and friends at home. Of course, there is no way around for me as to ask someone to do a final portrait of me as well, dirty, unkempt and exhausted, but anyways happy now that I am here.
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