So, We left Zug, one of the tablers, the one with the American accent, recommended a nice touristroad on the other side of the lake. We thought that would be a nice road to drive. Said and done, we went on the other side of the lake, but believe it or not, we ended up on the darn' highway anyway never mind, let's go to Italy and Ferrara. It is clearly a difference between Italy, and Suisse, thats for sure, not just the bump when crossing the border. Things are a bit laid back in Italy compared to Swiss "clockwork-Ordnung".

We went south along the "Autoztrade di smoggi della industria mucho pollutioni" on our way to Milano. We stopped at a taverna for a snack and some lunch, sweet Jesus what a place! We had to pay in one place collect the food at another spot, all orchestrated to the sound of Italians throwing their hands in the air, shouting and smoking, they were all over the place It's stressing for scandinavians, lost in the Italian Antstack, Oh Ye sweet calm forrests of home, Oh Ye milde silent pines

Anyway, we went onwards to Bologna, somewere outside on the Autostrade we were supposed to turn north for the rendez-vous with Rodolfo outside Ferrara. We did some strategic miscalculations and ended up almost in San Marino. Sh** what to do, time was running out and we really needed to get to Ferrara. So we hit the countryside of northern Italy, this is nothing we recommend. The Italians seemes to navigate their roads throu experience, not by signs. We entered several crossings with no signs at all leading us to Ferrara. We've seen places like Argenta, sleepy small Italian villages. Not for beginners, thats for shure! Anyway, a bit late we found Our way to Ferrara, Rodolfo, a bit nervous and stressed ( nice to be able to stress an Italian! ) was waiting at a railway crossing. Many hugs and a nice reunion thou! Nice to meet him again! We went to his place down town Ferrara. He lives right in the center of the old town, nice small flat, he had made his bedroom into our bedroom, sleeping on the couch was His destiny, One gets touched with all the things fellow tablers do for eachother. And make no mistake:Rodolfo is a Genuine Tabler. (I had a chat with im over the phone the other night, I were in Amsterdam on business, at a Italian restaurant, well why not call Rodolfo?! Nice chat, if I remember correctly :-) ).

Anyway, we went to the hotel that was the hoast of the meeting this night. Sergio came along and we went out in the wild Italian traffic, singing "Nessun Dorme" through the window of Rodolfos Bentley At the hotel we had dinner and of course genuine Ferrarian food. Such as: boiled pork, boiled pigs nose and boiled "what-the-hell-is-this" To be honest, it was actually good stuff some of it! And of course Italian pasta ah I were the guest of honour, I sat on the left side of their chairman, I remember him from the Euromeet 2002, He is a fast driving man, and a man that enjoy's a good cigarr. Well, all evening we laughed, singed and had a wonderful time, we were asked to give them ten good reasons why they should come to Sweden. I've been thinking on that "problematique" lately, there is only one reason needed to come. We got to get the chance to pay back their hospitality!

We went to a newly opened Disco, some more cigars and some more Gin 'n tonic pheuuu We have many days to go before gettin home But as the famous Swedish crosscountry ski king Per Olofsson puts it: "It is only to break down and then get up again!" It was a late night and a very funny night, Stefan and I was giggling and chatting in Casa Rodolfo a few minutes before falling asleap!

Thanks a lot for hospitality, sightseeing and all the fun!