Some days the mind pulls the legs along, and the legs willingly follow. Determined to reach the end of the journey, I set off early along the Gail Valley on a quiet Ferragosto morning. Cultivated plains, scattered villages and occasional side valleys made the first kilometres pass steadily. A shady break and a quick mechanical adjustment seemed to give my legs new life—or perhaps it was simply the prospect of Italy drawing closer. At the border, marked by little more than a red line, the landscape changed almost instantly. Forests, steep slopes and sharp peaks replaced the broad valley. The Alpe Adria cycleway led me to the Orrido dello Slizza, a spectacular gorge and the perfect place for lunch. Beyond Tarvisio came the day's main challenge: the Passo del Predil. After a week of riding, the climb demanded respect, but hairpins, shade and stubbornness carried me to the summit, where Slovenia welcomed my bicycle to its ninth country. The descent revealed an immense rocky massif whose scale seemed impossible to grasp. Following the turquoise Soča River through a valley alive with kayakers and canyoners, the kilometres disappeared quickly. A square of chocolate and a freshly oiled chain provided the final reserves of energy. By late afternoon, with Udine within reach, the decision was made: I would finish the journey that evening. Leaving Slovenia behind, I followed the Natisone and passed through Cividale del Friuli before the plains opened ahead. Effort gradually gave way to adrenaline. Udine appeared in the evening light, and I rode the final kilometres to the home of Gigi, Margherita and Francesco, who welcomed me with dinner and amazement at the weight of the panniers. The journey was over. Friuli, reached from the mountains. Not a bad reward: celebrating with friends, good memories, and fresh reasons to dream about the next ride.
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