Before long it was midday and the first part of the via ferrata was in view. Hats & harnesses on and clips secured on the wire rope we made our way upwards through the first narrow gully that would take us higher.
We quickened our pace as much as we could on the descent and arrived at the village about 5.30pm, well in time for the bus. So, there we were, perched against the wall at the bus stop in the sleepy village and 6pm came and went with no bus. We were about 10 miles away from Arco and at this point not sure if any bus would come at all. We decided to stick our thumbs out and hope that some kindly walker type person would assist and get us at least back to Riva where the car was. Fingers crossed someone would stop.
Many cars passed and it was now 6.20pm and we had almost resigned ourselves to the fact that we were not going to make it back in time when a car almost skidded to a stop causing the moped rider behind to swerve at the last min to avoid hitting the back of the car. In the car was a lovely lady who offered us a lift. She lived near a lake close by and was heading to Arco to get some painting supplies and although spoke very little English we managed to have a chat about the weather and the fact that her washing machine was broken, very random.
So all was not lost, we made it back to the hire shop in time to return the equipment and made it back to our tent in time for a quick change and wander into Riva for dinner. Dead on our feet we returned to the campsite completely shattered and fell asleep to the now familiar sounds of thunder accompanied by lightning and heavy rain.........what a brilliant day !