You’ll glide through Valle d’Itria’s countryside by e-bike, weaving between olive groves and stone walls from Martina Franca to Alberobello’s trulli rooftops and Locorotondo’s winding lanes. Expect strong coffee breaks, laughter with locals, and moments where time slows down—plus all your gear is sorted so you can just ride.
The tour covers several hours including stops in both villages and returns to Martina Franca; timing is customizable based on group pace.
Yes, bike rental—including e-bike and helmet—is included in the tour price.
A transfer service can be requested for an extra fee starting at €30 or €1.5 per km.
Wear comfortable clothes for cycling; all necessary equipment is provided as part of your booking.
No lunch is included but there are coffee breaks and opportunities to buy snacks along the way.
This specific tour doesn’t mention wine tasting; specialized infant seats are available for families with young children.
The tour isn’t recommended for pregnant travelers or those with spinal or cardiovascular issues.
Your day includes use of an assisted-pedal e-bike, helmet, all necessary equipment, guidance from a local expert throughout Valle d’Itria’s scenic backroads—and if needed, optional transfer service can be arranged separately before or after your ride.
Hands gripping the handlebars, I could smell wild fennel in the air before I even saw the first cluster of trulli. Our guide, Paolo, waved us onto a narrow lane just outside Martina Franca—no cars, just the hum of our e-bikes and the occasional barking dog behind a stone wall. The countryside here in Valle d’Itria isn’t loud about its beauty; it’s more like a slow reveal. Olive trees, low dry-stone walls, sun that feels soft but sneaks up on you. I kept thinking how different this was from city cycling—no honking, only birds and distant voices from somewhere behind the vines.
We rolled into Alberobello after maybe an hour (I lost track), legs barely tired thanks to that pedal assist. Paolo pointed out the Rione Monti district—rows of those whitewashed trulli with their funny cone roofs. There was this old man selling figs near the church of Sant’Antonio; he offered me one and laughed when I tried to say “grazie” with my mouth full. The historic center felt almost unreal—like a movie set but with laundry hanging out and kids chasing each other around corners. We stopped for coffee at a tiny bar where the espresso tasted almost salty (maybe it was just my sweat). I still think about that view over all those rooftops.
Locorotondo came next—a quick ride through fields dotted with poppies and prickly pears. The streets in the old town are so tight you have to walk your bike sometimes; shutters painted every color you can imagine, grandmas sitting in doorways nodding as we passed by. Paolo took our photo under an archway—I look kind of ridiculous in my helmet but whatever. On the way back toward Martina Franca, there was this long stretch where everything went quiet except for our wheels crunching gravel. I didn’t expect to feel so peaceful on a group tour, honestly.
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