Our adventures with the Italian bus service continued (but see below).   We had bought our bus ticket the day before but the bus driver said that was for a different bus going to the same destination.  So we had to buy another ticket.  Nice system.

We then embarked on our second hike that included a peak- Mt. Nuovolo- to avoid offending Maria.  The hike included several sections that were rated via ferrata- technical aided climbs as Craze knows - which are common in the Dolomites.  Of course, I- being without fear of heights- did it unaided and you can see our confidence (and light touch on the cables)-

 Without my fearlessness, Clay had a good deal of nerves  before hitting the via ferratas-

After the via ferrata,we spotted a nice Rifugio and settled down for a well deserved lunch.  I had some sort of venison pasta and Clay some sort of gnochi- both delicious, all washed down with a solid half liter of beer.  As the Rifugio was located next to a chair lift, well, we decided to take it down and accordingly werent worried about the beer.  I looked at the map and noticed that the chairlift dropped  us below where we were to catch the bus and with my expert mapping skills figured it that it was an easy mile walk to the bus stop.  As it turned, it was a 2 mile hike all up hill (the map obviously wrong) and we had to hike like demons with a belly full of beer and gnochi to have any chance of catching the bus. 

 Our fine afternoon had turned to hell and no matter how fast we went we knew we we could not make it.  Damn map!  We arrived 7 minutes late and then... we were SAVED by the Italian bus service, which was 10 minutes late!  thank god for the Italian bus drivers and their cigarettes.