This a continuation of my cycling journey through Italy, powered by a hundred meals, fifty espressos and twenty gelatos. Ortobello With my trusty bicycle I headed down from the hills of Tuscany to the coastal town of Orbetello, still in Tuscany, thinking that I'd be able to follow the coastline to Rome without any more... Continue Reading →
As pointed out by many a worthy, Italy is fiercely regional and the food changes quite a bit even if drive a short distance. Fed all my life on a mish-mash of Italian dishes from all regions, it took some time before I started noticing the differences. The differences are not quite as stark as... Continue Reading →
Along with cycling, I spent a lot of time and focus making sure I was fed well, the result of which was an increase rather than a decrease in weight after 1400km of cycling and 9500m of climbing. This was no accident - making sure I tasted everything that came my way was an important... Continue Reading →
The Well Fed Bong 