Emotional reunion with Fluffy and the van all at once thoroughly confused the cafe owner! Piccy attached. Then down the western side of Lago d’Isio, under the cliffs and weaving in and out of tunnels. We loved it (Pat, George, Tizz and Fluffy riding with me) but Mum hated it in the van! We met on the lake-front at Iseo where, by riding to the van and back to top up the van parking fee, I reached 900 miles. Little did I know that it would feel like another 900 miles to cover the 20 or so km to Brescia. I have NEVER been in such a badly signposted and organised road system ever! Every road led to the autostrada, which at one point, in sheer desperation, we rode on for a short distance. Hundreds of cyclists, all in stylish kit, were buzzing about, but signage as to how to get to Brescia was sadly lacking. After over 2 hours we finally rode into Brescia and the I reverted to my iPhone satnav to guide us to our rather idiosyncratic hotel/hostel. Mum, Mel and George were already there, having been guided through the nighate that is Brescia by a very kind elderly couple who told Mel to follow them! Really hot, but mow in the bar with a beer and the world looks a whole lot better! Off to Parma tomorrow, crossing the River Po in the process!