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Limping on

 Over two weeks i rested my foot. Frustrated and full of energy i got fat on Italian ice cream. Dana flew home to scottland for a few days but called me to say see would not be flying back.
 I waited a few extra days to be sure my foot was ready before heading off on my own with my bag.
I tested it with some light days and all okay, but two days dancing with the rucsack and the injury starts coming back, made even more depressing that i'm getting soaked in my little tent.
 Not completely beaten i walk on a few days with a slight limp towards Assisi and march up that hill to complete the next stage of the pilgrimage. But Assisi was not the spiritual place i had expected, more a comercial tourist town. For the first time a cafe ownwer would not let me use the bathroom and sent me to the public toilets. There was a fee! I had no cash so jumped the turnstyle in my kit in front of the security camera, giving a wave.
 Feeling gutted i have no time for the proper rest my foot needs and dance back for the olympics in time, i decide to cycle home. A new adventure, faster, but still in my Morris kit with my top hat on and my beels jingling strapped on my bag as the bike rattles along. Siena and Turin in my sights