My Son gets to ride the TTR. Here, he's been cajoled into posing with the TTR in the hold of the ferry to Sicily.
Later that December day, my Son, again, dutifully posing with the TTR and northern Sicilian snow at about bit cold and high'ish altitude somewhere near 37°50'9.24"N 14° 9'26.08"E.
The next day we went south, in search of warming sunshine.
Sicilian re-fueling.
Sicilian exploring ... leading to a dead, abandoned end. But hey, that's the exploring that we are here for ...
Agrigento Hotel Manager insists we park right outside the front of the hotel, so that the night manager can keep an eye on the motorcycles.
In the morning, preparing for the off.
Somewhere in the south of Sicily ... more selfie posing ... tee hee !
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Another dead end of the road ... but hey again, whatthehell, the road there and back was fun enough.
Another night, another hotel, and another slap-up supper of swordfish steak and accompanying deliciousness.
More hinterland map reading.
More hinterland map reading camera position.
Finally, Father & Son return to Pozzallo to board the catamaran ferry back to Malta.