I had made the decision to have a shorter day as, after about 100km, supply points and places to stay became sparse. So I set my sight on Acri. 

First it was important to have breakfast – cereal, fruit, bread, cheese, meat, coffee – in fact everything I could lay my hands on.

It turned out to be day of climbing to hill top towns and navigating gravel paths and even having  someone with a chainsaw cut me a path through fallen trees.

One thing I did notice in Italy was that vehicles, in the main, tended to be respectful of cyclists.  Someone had said that the law meant the bigger vehicle or least vulnerable vehicle was always considered to be at fault in an accident. If true, it seems quite an incentive to take care?  There were also plenty of signs exhorting drivers to give cyclists space when overtaking.

I made it to Acri and managed to book myself into the Supersonik Hotel. When I arrived it looked utterly deserted and shut.  A man in the street helped me rouse the elderly couple who were in charge and I eventually found myself in a big room with a super hot shower.  The old couple told me about the Pizza restaurant up the road. I made my way there and demolished a pizza while recharging and resetting my Garmin before getting to bed.