After the town, Monteleone di Puglia the road began to descend. We coasted along 10km of down hill, through undulating turns, past fields of golden grass. Soon we reached the village of Accadia, and here we decided to stop for lunch. The town was deserted. It seemed as if its inhabitants had left long ago, and later I read the people had migrated in waves, for work. There had been a series of earthquakes there too. We ate our lunch on a bench, on an empty street close to a fountain, and afterwards agreed to find somewhere on the road to make coffee.
It was still warm, as we cycled down through the ravine alongside the river. Here, we looked for somewhere to stop, but the roadside was littered with rubbish, and we were looking for somewhere scenic and wild.
A dog chased us. We passed small farms, and vegetable plots, then olive groves. Nearing the main road again, we made our way along a dusty track and stopped by a field. Across the valley we could see lorries speeding along the motorway. Pylons interrupted the landscape. On the hill behind stood a lone tee and beyond it a single farmhouse. Sheltering from the wind, I unpacked the stove, pans and coffee we’d bought in Rome only to discover we had the wrong canister and so, had to abandon the idea.
Day 7, Ariano Irpino to Matera (180km). To read more of our travels in Italy head to https://www.theoutsider.blog/blog/2018/3/6/day-7-8-ariano-irpino-to-matera-180km