Starting to smile

  We headed on up the coast through the smaller towns and villiges, but now we started to get better reactions, peopled cheered and waved as I danced through the streets. Italy started to smile.
  But tension started to build up between dana and I and we both got angry one night camped out by the sea. I decided to throw the lining of my tent away to save spoace and keep the wieght down. This means i am now at one with the bugs and animals. One night something crawled into my mouth and bit me leaving me with a swollen lip for the day but overall its been okay. Though the more weight i get rid of, the more dana seems to add, getting rid of the main part of my tent has seemed to make room for an umbrella and hair conditioner rather than make us lighter.
  Weve camped on the beach many nights. Dana doesnt seem to like me so its a srange atmosphere and i recieve cowardly messages from her boyfriend. But we dance in the sun and all is well. The police stop me and ask for documents most days, I dont carry my passport while i'm dancing and manage to talk my way out of it.
  We reach Mounte Gargano and I dance up the mountin to the town of Monte San Angelo. The road twists and turns up and up but i keep on going, just as i sit at the top Dana pulls up in a car with the bike in the back and gets out. We visit the sactuary of St Michael the archangel, the oldest shrine in europe dedicated to him and the first significant point on the pilgrimage part of our route. Inside i follow the steps down into a cave and the hairs on my neck stand on end, but its packed with tourists and there a stange purpetual catholic service going on. Bussus ferry the tourists up and down that hill.
  We buy huge bread and eat, i took a power nap by the tower.
  More hills for a few days, and couchsurfers. Dana sews up my falling apart kit.
  A man stops on the road and gives me an easter egg. a strange italian farmer trys to get me to sleep with his wife. I only asked for directions.
  I put alot of miles in. some days dancing twelve or more hours without only a half hour break.
 One night i danced down a main road in the pitch black.
 We reach Pescare and stay with Peter and his girlfriend Nora, like a pair of angels the find us camping gas a laundrette and feed us well. Ready for the next strech further up the coast and then on towards Assisi.

one night we camped at a monastary (i think) on the pilgrim trail and i took this pic from my tent