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Toccata and Fugue in Bavaria

Friday in the afternoon we went to Monaco. Toccata and Fugue in just one day, that there has not prevented a lot of fun together! After traveling a bit 'because of stormy weather, and after some uncertainty on the way to go to reach the hotel, we finally set foot on Teutonic soil. Of course, after a nice shower, we headed to one of the many pubs in the center, where we enjoyed a "healthy" dinner made with sausage and sauerkraut, and lots of beer (for fans of the drink).

(A table at the Lowenbrau)

(Long live Mediterranean cuisine!)
(I and Perl)

Photo Rite waitress with big lungs and then the path to a more peripheral area, where there is a complex of pubs and clubs open until morning. We have spent the evening, between Latin music, dance, techno, rock ...

(All around the maid)
(Strange statues in the center of Munchen)
(Lorraine and Fulvia)
(Sialma, Jose Ciosi ... and ready for hard .)
(Inside the disco! Ela dead?)
(alcoholic disorders, including Perlo and Jose, the future singer of
Smerdadays)

The next day, given the limited time available, we discarded the idea of \u200b\u200bgoing to the Deutsches Museum (though the desire to see the lightning was great, one of the components of the "trip". Sialma in the first place). Instead, we made a stroll in the area of \u200b\u200bthe Olympic complex, where there is a beautiful garden.

(Country purchases)
(A non-football fans visiting the stadium)

(From atop the observation tower overlooking the beautiful park
Olympic.)
(Smerdadays and Wurstels)

Lunch (always based on frankfurters), stroll downtown and then back in the car for the return.
Funny two days in good company!

The leitmotif of the trip: "Ela died? .." :-)

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Cima rose garden to the southern ridge in Lagorai

Thursday with Dad we went in Rosengarten. As a goal we had the road that runs along the southern ridge, the ridge that connects the imposing mass with Rosengarten top of the ridge gave, and then with the passage of Coronelle. The road that leads south as the pre Rosengarten, it unravels between vertical partition walls, slender pinnacles and sharp ridges. The atmosphere is great, with the dramatic east wall that runs to the right, and the looming presence of the summit, which is achieved with a continuous discovery. Crux of the street a short stretch of grade IV, well-protected but not at all trivial. Via research and great satisfaction.

(On the lawns to the fireplace, in shadow, which resulted in a range where
opened the way. The south ridge to the right of the apparent fireplace,
sull'anticima south end, the extreme right of the photo.)

(After the first partition wall, past a stack is slanted to the right and we
faces on the east side.)

(A short steep section after which the
ridge becomes thin and dizzying)

(Father of the wall at the exit grade IV).

( Dad in the fog)

(I disconnected from the tower on a ridge, which reaches
with a "step" over the blank)

For me it was the third time in the rose garden: the first normal, then to the north ridge, and now to the southern ridge, certainly the most challenging from a psychological standpoint. The weather was clement altogether, scattered clouds and fog at times, but no rain or thunderstorms.

(The usual photos)

(downhill, with the towers on the left Vajolet
and Rosengarten Antermoia background)

(The double down the chimney of the normal route)

After a nice break on top, rappelling up the chimney of the normal. The throat of the towers, obviously, was invaded by hundreds of tourists of August. Shameful retreat called the "King Albert of Belgium." Dilapidated, useless (and just half an hour from Vajolet quarter of an hour from Santner), noisy (a generator not at all silent mill laps without interruption) and smelly (the smell of diesel fuel burned by the generator gives the impression of being in downtown Milan, more than motagna).
Apart from that, good day!
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(The "blade" of the Cardinal)

With Dad and my friend, as well as guitarist, George "Perlo" Rizzoli Sunday we spent a beautiful day in Lagorai. Meta elegant blade of the excursion of the Cardinal, which dominates the lower valley Sadole.

(Sadole The valley, with the refuge Sadole.)
(The path at the bottom)

(Along the northern path, which leads to the ridge with slopes
never too strenuous.)

(Perlo and I on the ridge, through the fog .)

The weather was not the best. From the first morning of the clumps were formed on the reliefs, which fortunately did not bring rain, but that covered much of the surrounding peaks and removed a lot of visibility. We chose to climb the slope to the northwest, along a path made during the First World War. There are many examples of the conflict that raged at the beginning of last century, even on crests of the mountains: the trenches, shelters, warehouses, remnants of barbed wire, ammunition and grenade fragments. The thoughts went to those who fought on those paths, we have dealt with a completely different mood, and who have lost their lives in those hard times.

(At the top of the usual photos)

For George was the first outing in the mountains. Despite a bit of fatigue and foot pain as a result of new boots, he moved well even when the ground was steeper and po'esposto.

(Giorgio struggling with the balance at the end of the snowfield
found in descent.)

(Papa George and downhill)

Lagorai As always gives good emotions, even on days not on top in terms of weather.

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