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          Day 12  
          - Today we start on some familiar routes as we want to 
          ride through Castigline d'Orcia, and then on to Ansidonia where we 
          turn east and head for the Abbey to hear the monks chant.  80 km | 
										 
									 
								 
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														Riding by the now familiar ploughed fields.  | 
													 
													 
											 
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														Past Castiglione....  | 
													 
													 
											 
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      Looking east from Castiglione d'Orcia hill. | 
													 
													 
											 
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      Looking towards Castelnuovo del'Abate. | 
													 
													 
											 
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														I love the look of the cypress trees lining the roads.  | 
													 
													 
											 
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														From here we get to ride some wickedly fun downhill for a very long way. 
      Sherman flatted again on the way down. Always slowing us down.  | 
													 
													 
											 
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														"I gotta get food." 
       
      Heading to Castelnuovo to pick up some lunch to eat while were at the 
      Abbey.  | 
													 
													 
											 
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														Have a seat. 
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      Sant' Antimo 
      After standing empty for some five hundred years, the abbey is today 
      maintained by a small group of French monks - a Cistercian off-shoot known 
      as the Premonstratensians - who celebrate Mass several times daily in 
      haunting Gregorian chant.  | 
													 
													
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														Eating lunch under the olive trees while waiting for the monks to begin.  | 
													 
													 
											 
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      There was a fellow inside the church playing the Oboe before the monks 
      came in. The acoustics were amazing in this big stone church with vaulted 
      ceilings. The ceilings had huge wood beams. There were only 3 monks but it sounded amazing.  | 
													 
													 
											 
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      Looking back up at Castelnuovo, where we had bought our lunch from. 
		Unfortunately we had to ride back up to the top of the hill to head on to 
      the next town.  | 
													 
													
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														Just before leaving the Abbey.  | 
													 
													 
											 
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														Sandy, Doug and Vic stop to check the view just outside of town.  | 
													 
													 
											 
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														I had been suffering from pressure from my shoe since the start of the trip 
      and this was the last straw. I got my Swiss army knife out and cut a hole in the 
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														Montalcino history. 
      Montalcino's origins are unknown, though it has probably been inhabited 
      since Paleolithic or Etruscan times. Nor is anyone quite sure where its 
      name comes from, thought its coat of arms - a holm oak atop six hill - 
      suggests that it derives from the Latin Mons Ilcinus the Mount of 
      the Holm Oak. The first reference to the town appears in 814, when it is 
      mentioned in a list of territories ceded to the abbey of Sant'Antimo by 
      Louis the Pious. It was probably only permanently settled, however, around 
      the year 1000, when it was colonized by fugitives fleeing Saracen attacks 
      on the Maremma coast. The exiles' four family groups - the Borghetto, 
      Pianello, Ruca and Travaglio - defined the four quarters or contrade 
      of the town; the rival flags still hang outside the houses and they 
      compete against each other in twice-yearly archery tournaments.  | 
													 
													
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      The Rocca 
      The walls enclose a public park and in-house Enoteca - a place to 
      sample some of the famed Brunello wine along with a snack of bread, cheese 
      and salami.  | 
													 
													 
											 
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      View of country side from Montalcino castle.  | 
													 
													 
											 
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														Although this street doesn't look particularly steep, 
														 
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      hand rail to pull ourselves up.  | 
													 
													 
											 
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      Nice cement fence. | 
													 
													
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      We took as many side roads as we could as we wound our way towards home. | 
													 
													 
											 
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														Grapes galore! | 
													 
													 
											 
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       I had to get a picture of this 
      - something we might 
      entertain in this country. You have to wear a plastic glove on your hand 
      before touching any of the vegetables in the grocery stores. You also have to put them on the 
      scales yourself and it spits out a label with the price and then you take 
      it to the till. 
      Think those old guys at the 
      Co-Op in Calgary can handle that? 
      We were buying a just a few items so that we could make a 
      meal out of all our leftovers. This was to be our last meal we would cook 
      for ourselves. The famed sticky rice and left overs.  | 
																 
															 
														 
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										Shift into gear for
      13 - Final Day | 
									
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