Battered Bob

Concerned about traffic issues, we managed to arrive at Stansted Airport ridiculously early for our flight to Genoa, even by the usual Good family ridiculously early standards. Stansted was shockingly and very unusually quiet and therefore civilised, making the start of the trip considerably less stressful. 
Genoa is a small airport so Bob and the suitcases zoomed out of the plane at warp speed. Unfortunately this also seemed to involve squashing Bob’s bag and it was looking worryingly lopsided. 
Genoa is a beautiful port city and we managed to see it twice whilst attempting to navigate out of it, so a longer than expected drive to Monterosso al Mare but amazing views of the coastline.
The big advantage of a supported bike trip is a wonderful mechanic who helped me put Bob back into shape with seemingly no lasting damage, phew.
There are 12 in the group who all seem to be very experienced long distance cyclists, I need to keep reminding myself this is a holiday not a race - gelato here I come...

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