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A enjoyable and fabulous technique to journey: my tuk-tuk journey throughout northern Italy | Italy holidays



It’s arduous to know if Milan’s fashionistas are bemused extra by my driving or by my automobile as I stall, splutter and crunch the gears whereas double-parking the tuk-tuk on Through Monte Napoleone, the town’s swankiest road. Each it and I look comically misplaced on a thoroughfare dripping with designer retailers and high-end motors. I’ve simply seen a Hermès shirt with a €10,500 price ticket and noticed the Argentina World Cup winner and Inter Milan star Lautaro Martínez laden with Gucci buying baggage, and bouncing right into a blacked-out Hummer together with his girlfriend and minder.

Not that I’m right here to buy. Our mission this morning is to take a photograph of the three-wheeled contraption parked alongside a Ferrari or Lamborghini – which causes a mini site visitors jam, a lot horn beeping and bewilderment as to why a ramshackle tuk-tuk is cluttering up the road.


Snapping a Lambo – which is tougher than you would possibly suppose, even in Milan – is the primary problem on the Italian Tuk-Tuk Journey, a whirlwind one-week journey throughout northern Italy on this novel technique of transport, spiced up with wacky challenges.

The journey is run by Giant Minority, which started life organising related adventures in Sri Lanka in 2009, and expanded to different Asian nations earlier than organising in Italy simply earlier than lockdown. Its small fleet of tuk-tuks was imported from India in package kind and assembled in Italy (with further Italian elements) by Piaggio. Giant Minority takes care of all of the logistics (baggage switch, a backup automobile with a spare tuk-tuk, and bookings in very good small lodges and glorious eating places), leaving us free to bomb about like large youngsters on our new toys. Weekend adventures and unbiased rent are additionally accessible.

The writer takes a pit stop on Lake Como.
The author takes a pit cease on Lake Como. {Photograph}: David ‘Regulare’ Gooding

After leaving Milan, our unfastened caravan of six tuk-tuks will make its manner as much as the Italian Lakes (through the Monza Method One race circuit), then via Barolo wine nation and right down to the Mediterranean close to Genoa, using both alone or in convoy. The principles are pretty relaxed: the groups of two can take whichever route they fancy, there’s solely a tough ETA, and even the problem component is non-obligatory. It’s not a race, however it might get very aggressive. Most groups are {couples} however I’m with my mate Dave, and we share the driving.

Our first vacation spot is Bellagio, on Lake Como, an 80km journey north from Milan that takes us over verdant hills, alongside glowing waterfronts and, for 5 terrifying minutes after I take a unsuitable flip, the center lane of a freeway sandwiched between two large lorries.

Bellagio on its promontory over Lake Como
Bellagio on its promontory over Lake Como. {Photograph}: Francesco Molteni/Rex

Travelling via gorgeous countryside in such a small, sluggish (200cc) automobile makes the brief journey really feel like an epic street journey and lasts almost all day. It was my first time to the Lakes – for some motive I’d imagined them to be a bit stuffy and chichi, however I used to be blown over by how stunning and effortlessly fashionable every part is. Bellagio sits on the tip of a protracted, hilly promontory separating two branches of Lake Como, and the old-school glamour of the lakeside villas and winding streets blends completely with the watery panorama.

We heard that night that this serenity was shattered briefly when three tuk-tuks (piloted by a gaggle of pals who travelled in convoy all through) entered the slender streets of the elegant village. They’d hoisted Italian tricolours and their very own flags (union jacks and a Swiss cross) above their tuk-tuks and have been greeted rapturously wherever they went – not least in Bellagio, the place they have been cheered into city by the locals, and responded by banging out the theme music from The Italian Job, The Self-Preservation Society.

The subsequent day is a blissful meander on the street that hugs the sting of glistening Como, pulling over often to drink within the millionaire lake views. The problem for the day is to seek out and take images of the Lakes’ two most typical freshwater fish (pike and perch in the event you’re ), however by now we’re so enamoured of the environment that we skip the duties in favour of a leisurely lunch within the hill village of Brunate, a cable automotive trip from Como city.

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