Day 22: 31 July 2019
A long bus ride took us to Ronco. All the hikers and backpacks filled the small bus.
The bus dropped me in front of the post office. My tent and some other kit are now in the post, lightening my backpack a lot.
White cows with black tails watched me pass.
I went through a pass and asked two men the way. They pointed lazily. When I came to a cliff, one came after me and told to come back, then showed me the correct path.
At Colle Crest, the day’s highest point at 2,040 m, the sign was decked with drying clothes of two people sleeping beside it.
At Talosio the Posto Tappa is again an old school.
John
