• 13.Isle of Torcello

    Then off the next day to the isle of Torcello. This is the original site of habitation in the Venetian Lagoon. Its church dates back to the 800,s. Its a ghost town now, with just 8 inhabitants. But it seems to have a healthy cafe culture and the place is beautiful. Some vines on the island were recently identified as the “Golden Grape of Venice”, a grape thought lost. Viticulture was popular in Venice but a 2 day king tide about 70 years ago killed the vineyards and people seem to have decided that re-planting is too risky an undertaking.


    The church of Torcello…

    A dog kennel maybe??? With dingo cats written on it???? Dunno

    Then to Burano. Another lovely place. Its similar to Venice in the way it has canals and restaurants. Burano makes lace. Its all hand done.

    This lady is in her early 70’s and has done this sort of work since she was 15. At the factory there are different ladies who do the 7 different knots used in lace making. They specialise in just one knot, passing a piece on to the next lady when their bit is done. Finer threads give higher quality results, but greatly increase production timeframes. I had no idea this sort of work was done by hand…

    Back to the River Countess where the Ulysses has tied up beside us. Its a pretty cool boat, complete with helipad. Fellow travellers start googling the owners a debate breaks out whether is a NZ billionaire or Mark Zuckerberg from facebook. Either way, it would appear Mark is the current occupant (when he has time). I still cant bring myself to do facebook. Hes probably too busy to go on it too…….
  • 12. Chioggia by Boat

    Its morning. Today we are going to the fishing village of Chioggia (key oh ja). Its a short and lovely boat ride. Chioggia has a modest local fish market of stuff just caught and often still twitching. Things like Scampi are 8 euro a kg. Bargain! Its a buzzing place. Bit stinky though. We were there early but as the day warmed up to 32 degrees the market ripened in the sun…….


    Chioggia is a lovely place. Venice does have residents, but they get lost amongst the tourists (I think I heard 30 million a year as a figure). Chiogga is a bit more “real”. It probably deserved more time than it got.

    We went up the 150 steps to the bell tower for a look and a bit of breeze (32 degrees). Its a lovely spot. Theres little historical pieces, paintings etc Im not quite sure what these paintings are about……

    In the churches sometimes theres images of animals throwing up people they have eaten on the day of reckoning. Giving their dead back to god. Not so sure why the horse is eating a person……

    In Venice the lagoon and the canals are roads, so everything you might see on a road is floating past.


    Theres a big boating culture here. Lots of Europeans come here for summer vacation. Chioggia has a big market where clothes and food are very well priced. The first photo is of a statue of the Virgin Mary. It was caught in a fishermans nets, so he set it up in the middle of the lagoon.


    On the way back we passed boats training for a race day coming up. Its a stand up style of rowing similar to a gondaleer. Theres buildings everywhere on these islands leaning and sloping. It does have a falling down feel…


    And then back to the River Countess for a rest and refreshments…


  • 11. Bologna

    So, today is a little slow. Robin takes an hour to eat half a croissant at brekky. Theres the odd question from fellow passengers inquiring as to our general health. Today we go to Bologna. The home of the worlds oldest university and bolognaise sauce.


    The thing I love about italy is the culture. Everything is just so elegant….

    Neptune with his trident is a very famous statue in Bologna. When three brothers from Bologna started the Masserati car company they choose neptunes trident as their emblem for the cars they built. 3 prongs for 3 brothers.


    The church in Bologna. Mama Mia! Back in the day the pope agreed to part fund the church. They would have fully funded it, but the church in Bologna would have been bigger than the one at the Vatican and the pope wasnt a fan of that idea. But, he liked the idea of building the church and put some money towards it. Undeterred the locals took the cash offered and started building the grand church they had planned. Then the cash ran out, so they finished it on the cheap. When locals talk about the church they say its like the people of Bologna. Not perfect, but unique 😄.


    These vastly superior technologies appear all over Italy. You watching this Clover? Bam! Hook up a tractor to a trailer and in 2 minutes not 2 years you have a fully functioning light rail system.

    So many yummy things…


    The little yellow thing are tortellini. Tiny little hand made pastas. Cheeses up the back…

    Cheeses, butcher shop…..

    Then, off to the Uni. The worlds oldest. We had a look in the old (human) dissection lecture theatre. It was tough getting bodies back in the day, but when they did classes would form in these rooms under statues of learned men such as Hippocrates and watch a demonstrator dissect a body under the guidance of a lecturer. The place was bombed by allied forces in WW2 and completely re-built.


    A good dissection always makes you think of food so we went to a jazz bar come restaurant to learn the art of making egg pasta with its many forms. In Bolognaise thats things like tagliatelle, angel hair pasta, lasagna, tortollini but NOT spaghetti. The people of Bolognaise are out raged that aussies put bolognaise sauce on spaghetti which is from Sicily. They feel the same about mozerella cheese as parmesan is their cheese. So, mozerella on lasagna is a no no. To prove the point they served us bolognaise on taglitelle (I think it back fired the spaghetti is better). I also prefer mozerella on lasagna. I think thats whats so good food wise in Australia. We borrow from everywhere and if its better we just do it.

    Then on the way home we stopped at a servo for a toilet break. All the servos (except the self serve ones) have a full range of beers and wines. They view these products (as do the Tasmanians) as tourist souveniers. So, they are freely available everywhere for people to buy instead of stupid stuffed koalas made in China. So, they actually SUPPORT local farmers and manufacturers. ARE YOU READING THIS NSW?

  • 10. Cruising Through Venice

    Theres a lot of grand buildings. Theres a chapel dedicated to St Mark. Photos arent allowed inside, so sorry about that. Its worth a look. The story goes St Mark had a vision hed be buried in Venice. But Venice didnt exist in his lifetime. It was just a swamp. Consequently, he died in Egypt. Hundreds of years later some likely lads decided to help St Mark with his prophecy so they found him in Egypt. Hid his body from the muslim security forces by hiding him under pork products and snuck him back to Venice for re burial. Or so the story goes……..


    The gaol in Venice. Only one person ever successfully escaped, namely the still notorious latin lover Cassanova. He was imprisoned for knocking up a nun (really Cassanova? Really???) and sentenced to gaol. He bribed a guard to let him out (so, when I say escaped……) and buggered off in a gondola. He stayed away until things settled down a bit. He did return eventually and even did things like worked as a Venetian spy.


    And to you Cassanova!

    Walking around Venice….

    First woman in the world to get a university degree. It did cause a bit of a stir at the time, but it did happen. She obtained a degree in theology snd then went on to be a nun (and no, I dont know of she joined a nunnery in the hope of meeting cassanova).


    Produce at Padova. It has a similar feel to Victoria Markets in Melbourne. Beautiful displays of fish, meat, vegies…


    Then, it was time for a cruise(well we are on a boat). Our butler Paul lopped the top off a bottle of Champagne to start proceedings then we went for a cruise around the Venice delta.


    The rest of the day is a haze of caprioscas, prosecco, whisky and wine. At midnight there was an arguement about which country the Bee Gees are from. A clear sign its time to go to bed! PS the Bee Gees started in Redcliff in Brisbane 😄.

  • 9. Amarone & Risotto (and some history…..)

    The last supper and the crucifixion of christ were painted on opposing ends of the monks smoko room in Milan. The last supper was a common theme for artists, so leonardo da Vinci (not Leonardo da’capprio just to clarify) didnt invent the concept. What he did do was jazz it up a little and give the various subjects emotions, telling the story of the betrayl of Christ by Judas in their expressions. Its a big piece, as you can tell by a person in the foreground of the crucifixion. The Last Supper took 4 years to paint so the monks were over Leonardo by the time they got their lunch room back. Leonardo used the face of the monk who complained the most as his model for Judas. Cool guy 😎. Wouldve made a good Aussie that Leonardo.

    In world war 2 the Italians under Mussolini fought against Australia. As a result, England and America bombed Milano and destroyed 60 percent of the city. Much of the “historical” buildings are reproductions, re built after they were destroyed by aliied forces. Its very sad. I dont get the impression the Italians bear a grudge against us. Ive heard it described many times now as Italy being liberated by the allied troops, but still. There had to have been huge losses of both lives and property. The monks smoko room was hit by a bomb and it blew the place up, but left the two walls with the two paintings standing.  A miracle?


    And, sorry da Vinci code fans. Theres 12 disciples and Christ in the painting. No ladies. John is beside Christ and looks a bit girly, but thats cause Johns just a bit of a kid. If the character beside Christ is a woman, then we are missing a disciple? What tha? So, what happened? John ducked out for a leak when they did the painting? Or maybe he was running late? Trying to find a park for his ass? All seems a bit unlikely…

    We have been outside the church so its time to go inside. The local guides are invaluable, providing insights and history on things that are quite overwhelming.

    You cant really tell, but this roof is not carved. Its painted to look 3D. They cant restore it because they cant find anyone who can paint that well.


    A crypt within the church. A pope? A bishop? A leader? 

    Nup. A pimp. I kid you not. This guy ran brothels and made a heap of cash. Towards the end of his life he made a huge donation to the church in an attempt to buy his way into heaven. Did it work? Dunno. But, they did bury him within the church!!!!

    A Milano thing is happy hour on the grand canal (Milano had an extensive canal system but Mussolini filled them in to improve car access). Anyhow, their happy hour involves food, not booze and goes for all of dinner time. For 11 euro we got an all you can eat buffet and a drink (glass of a nice amarone). Good fun!

    The Grand Canal of Milano is a buzzing, vibrant area of hip bars and restaurants. Take note NSW, the minimarts have fridges full of beer and you just duck in and buy one and walk out the door drinking it. Yet, no violence……. I popped into a shop that sells arancini balls. I bought one. They are really good. The shop is open until 4am.

    Then off to Verona! Verona became famous when little Willy Shakespeare did a Natalie Imbruglia and knocked off a story that already existed about two star crossed lovers named Romeo and Giulliet. I’ll give Willy some credit though, he did more to the story re writing it into a play than our Natalie did when she covered Torn. Anyhow, it put Verona on the map. Sadly, little Willy never actually found the time to visit Verona.


    Research was done to try to suss out who Romeo and Jules actually were and the Italians think they know. This is the house Jules is believed to have lived in. I think the balcony is a new addition. Theres a statue of Jules below it. If you rub her arm its meant to bring luck and ladies if you rub her boob its meant to help you fall pregnant. Robin wouldnt go anywhere near Jules!!!


    They worked out where Romeo lived too, but no one goes there….

    Italy has a problem. There is so much “stuff” in Italy the whole population could be involved in preservation works, but the government isnt real flush with cash. Its a very tricky problem id imagine.

    Verona has an arena (not Tinas sister) like Rome does. They hold concerts there and Opera. Opera singers perform there without microphones to crowds of 10 to 15 thousand people. Its open air, so if it rains they have an intermission. Being an arena if theres a horse in the story they actually use a horse! Elephants have been banned at the Opera nights after one fell into the orchestra pit….

    The bridges were destroyed by the allied forces in the second world war but have been re built. Such destruction.



    Ok, enough of Verona. Its lunchtime 😄.

    Verona is a short drive from the wineries of Valpolicella. The home of Amarone!!!!! Woo hoo!!!! Amarone means bitter, which is a pity. Amarone is not s bitter wine. Its a long story but the first Amarone was a mistake. The winemaker was trying to make a sweet red wine (a bit like a vintage port) but cocked up and made a dry red. It wasnt sweet like he wanted so he referred to it as being not sweet or bitter. But, its not bitter. Amarone is lovely.

    Anyhow, a lovely lunch with matched wines preceeded a winery tour where grapes are spread out on racks to dry and sultana prior to the commencement of the winemaking.

    Followed by a short drive to Venice. Venice is accessable by car from the mainland via a bridge. Its a lovely drive across it.

    And on to the River Countess, our home for the next week. Its a Dutch boat, Dutch captain with an international crew. Many crew members are from Bulgaria and have backgrounds in studying languages.


  • 8. Saying Goodbye to the Fiat 500.

    And so it was it came time to leave cascina giardini. Its hazelnuts, its wine, its tomotoes, its chicks that hatched that morning, its bumblebees, Rosa and Andrea. I have travelled a bit in my time. I go somewhere. I listen and watch and learn and then I move on. Rarely does a place capture me. Rarely do I look back as I leave. Im focused on the next place. The next task or the next adventure. Cascina Giardini (the farmhouse gardens) had an impact on me. Im not sure either myself or piggs peake is finished with Cascina Giardini or Andrea. My mind is turning with possibilities……….


    So, its a 2 hour drive on the Autostrada back to Milano airport to drop off our faithful Fiat 500.

    News reports are still coming in on the bridge collapse in Genoa. The death toll is still rising. Politicians are playing the blame game and the company who owns the road has pledged 500 million Euro to help Genoa. Some appreciate the gesture, others question why that money hadnt already been spent on maintenance. There is talk of a state funeral for the dead and equal talk of boycotting the funeral by families of the deceased. Its all very tragic.

    We get picked up at Milano airport by our friends at Uniworld and transferred to the Star Hotel in Milano (not the Star Hotel in Newie that Chisel sings about. Quick bit of trivia, Chisel never played at the Star Hotel. And, Ian Moss has never been to Bow River, anyhow……). In the foyer of the Star Hotel is a golden dog which quickly becomes a meeting point.


    At 5pm we have a briefing involving those on the bus trip to Venice. Basically, tonight is a free night (so we head for Signorvino wine bar). Tomorrow is a tour of Milano and the next day we drive to Venice stopping in Valpollicella for lunch at a winery! 😎


    Its our 3rd trip to Signorvino. I love it.

    Theres an Italian wine focus, lovely food ( we had pumpkin flowers and salumi with a little bit of french bread with topping) a glass of gewurz and a glass of Amarone (grande glass, not piccolo) for 40 euro. As usual, the booze bill was bigger than the food bill….

    Then we need a walk to settle dinner. We come across a Disney shop, but its too late. The release nights have been and gone!



    And, if you ever had any doubts about what country you are in, just check out the shop displays!

  • 7. Last Day on the Hazelnut Farm.

    A quiet day today driving around the surrounds. The agriculture is quite definite as it the landscape.

    At Dogliani the land flattens out and long, flat plains go off to the horizon. The argiculture shifts from grapes and hazelnuts to things like corn, lucerne and cattle. Cheese production takes center stage down this way.

    Then lunch at cafe Le Le. Gnocchi with local cheese sauce and tagliatelle ragu. Both dishes are simple and delicious. A bottle of Arneis was required to wet the whistle. Before lunch, little nibbles of pate’, a meat inside a pastry case and some cold meats were provided by the restaurant. A lady was celebrating her 95th birthday, but with a deft movement she switched the numbers on the cake and became 59 again. Brilliant! There were some lovely hounds present too. A big bear of a dog similar to a St Bernard. I showed the owner a video of my bluey and she said “What is that?”

    That night, we were sitting on the deck nibbling meats and feeling quite content when our host Rosa decided to make us a platter for dinner. Shed made little parcels of meat in pasta like ravioli. Tomatoes shed grown with tuna on top. Some pate’ on a biscuit and again pesto from the garden. I said to Robin “this is the difference between a 5 star and where we are here. Love.”






  • 6. Barbera and Nebbiolo on the Hazelnut Farm

    And morning time means breakfast on the hazelnut farm. Today we have a local pot set yoghurt, vegan chocolate cake (Italians are increasingly going vegan and vegetarian, gluten free, etc), a croissant that tastes like panatone and a lovely little custard slice. Throw in a fried egg and enough coffee and we are ready to go exploring.

    A fiat, followed by a fiat, then a fiat, another fiat and a fiat to finish..

    First stop is a little church with 360 degree views of the area
    Next stop a castle which is a center for truffles, wine (it has an enoteca) and research.


    Lunch is a simple affair. Bread rolls with tomato and cheese or ham and cheese for 4 euro. The tomatoes are just so good. Theres a photo on the cafe wall of two goats in a car. They look like my goats Rupert and Winnie. Maybe its their great grand parents Ronaldo and Willma?




    Our hosts on the farm are Andrea and his mum Rosa. Andrea studied winemaking for 9 years and on the farm he grows Barbera and Nebbiolo. After going to various Enotecas, trying wines at 20, 30, 40, 50 euros the two best wines Ive had have been Andreas Barbera that him and his dad made for fun and whacked a jam jar label on for 8 euro.
    And this bad boy from the famous town of Mango (I kid you not). Similarly, for about 8 euro.



    Mango is about 15km from the hazel nut farm, so Im toying with the idea of getting some for Yellow Billy. The freight is tricky though..


    August 15 is a bit of a party day in Italy, so Andreas friends came round for a bbq and a few wines. It was a nice group of winemakers and people who worked in local enotecas. We talked shop briefly. Screw cap is coming in, but only on early drinking wines. Diam corks are in use (a ground cork which is put back together after any off odours are removed). We bbqd sausages, veal, pork. The veal and the pork were thinly cut, on the bone and cooked to well done. The burning oak gave a lovely smokiness to the meats. There were sheep skewers., a local speciality. We drank sparkling whites from Burgundy, local nebbiolos, rose’s. Lovely people and a lovely evening.