Alba’s Palio degli Asini

There are few things more Italian than a Palio; A city’s borghi, or boroughs, competing against each other in a winner-takes-all bareback horse race around the piazza, the only prize being a year’s worth of bragging rights over their neighbours. Even James Bond couldn’t resist the lure of the Palio di Siena. I think that tells you everything you need to know!

While Siena is no doubt the most famous Palio, the oldest takes place in Ferrara, where the first race was held in 1259. At around that time Alba was embroiled in a bitter war with Asti,  just a few miles to the north. On August 10, 1275, the feast day of Alba’s patron saint, San Lorenzo, Asti launched a particularly ferocious attack, devastating Alba’s vineyards[1]. To celebrate their victory and, let’s face it, to show off a bit, the Astigiani proceeded to race their horses around Alba’s city walls. The Palio d’Asti was born.

Fast forward almost 700 years and Asti’s Palio had gone from strength to strength, but there was just one problem… riders from Alba kept entering and, even worse, kept on winning. Naturally, this didn’t go down well, and in 1932 Asti withdrew its invitation to the Albese.

How did Alba respond? I think it’s commonly referred to as a two-finger salute. If you can’t beat them, mock them. Just a few weeks later Alba held its first Palio, but there were no horses to be seen. Instead the riders lined up for the start on donkeys.

You can almost feel the speed...

You can almost feel the speed…

Taking place on the first Sunday of October, the Palio degli Asini is now the opening event of Alba’s International White Truffle Festival and draws crowds from around the world. The day begins with the allocation of donkeys to the nine borghi. Each is given two donkeys, one fast and one a little more sedate. Of course, we’re talking about donkeys here so it’s all relative.

palio mini 2

This is followed by a medieval parade in which people from each of the borghi get dressed up and re-enact events and battles from Alba’s history. There were goats, castles, jousting matches, we even saw someone get burned at the stake (there was a slight moment of panic as he ran away still on fire, but I saw him having a well-earned beer a bit later so all’s well that ends well). It was far and away the best history lesson I’ve ever had!

They actually set fire to the poor chap. Who would volunteer for this!?

They actually set fire to the poor chap. Who would volunteer for this!?

And then finally, it was time for the big event. I’m not entirely sure what I was expecting, but when, as the riders lined up for the first race, one of the donkeys turned around and trotted back down the track before stopping and throwing his rider into the hay bales, I knew it was going to be good.[2]

Donkey 1 - Rider 0

Donkey 1 – Rider 0

It turns out donkeys don’t make very good race horses. Sure, they can go quite fast when they want to, it’s just that they don’t usually want to. Over three laps the lead would change dozens of times, as someone would make a break for the front before coming to an abrupt halt as their donkey spotted something more interesting in the crowd.

The locals, all still in their medieval garb, were going crazy. It was genuinely exciting!

After two semi finals eight donkeys lined up for the main event… the final. There were supposed to be nine, but only four managed to finish the second semi final within the rather generous allotted time. Four laps of complete chaos ensued. There were donkeys lolloping in every direction, some with riders, many without. Quite how anyone can keep track of how many laps each has completed I will never know.

But through all this chaos, one donkey stood out…. Number 16 from Borgo Santa Barbara. He just kept going. Almost always in the right direction. He was the little donkey that could. He almost looked like he was obeying his rider at one point! The 2014 Palio degli Asini had its well-deserved winner.

Donkey palio 2

The little donkey that could on his way to a memorable victory

The celebrations in Borgo Santa Barbara will no doubt have continued late into the night. I think I heard mention of donkey stew[3] but I’m hoping that was just my bad Italian letting me down again…

 

[1] I can’t entirely guarantee the accuracy of these facts. History was never my strongpoint. I am lead to believe this is more or less how it went down though.

[2] No donkeys were hurt, and the organisers stress that they are all very well looked after… though one of the riders did take a nasty kick to the knee and was stretchered away.

[3] I made this bit up. Honest!

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19 responses to “Alba’s Palio degli Asini

  1. This sounds like so much fun 🙂 Donkeys are so funny to watch – since they never do anything they’re supposed to do. The most I’ve ever laughed has been at a donkey basketball game. Hilarious! And I’m glad Borgo Santa Barbara won 🙂 It’s such a nice name….

    • Wait a minute… donkey basketball?? How could I have lived for so many years and never have heard of donkey basketball?! If I had a bucket list that would now be right at the very top. Where, what, when, how, who… tell me more!!!

      • Ha! Ha! As fund raiser events, schools have donkey basketball games where they bring in donkeys and all the jocks (who normally play football or basketball) get on the donkeys and they play a mean game of basketball while trying to stay on them. It is soooo funny to watch! I’m not sure they still have them, though, as the animal rights people may think it’s cruel. But when I was in high school, I went to a few….and my husband even played once! He got thrown several times by a very stubborn donkey!

  2. Hilarious, this looked like a lot of fun and I loved the history lesson. You might have heard donkey stew correctly.

    In Piermont Donkey is a delicacy, we have donkey salami, donkey agnelotti they probably even make donkey stew. Unknowingly at a local village sagra, I tasted many fine dishes made from asino, well until Mrs Sensible pointed out, asino is Italian for Donkey!!!!

  3. Yeah, I’m pretty sure we drove through somewhere a while back that was about to have a donkey sagra… how did it taste? And did you keep eating once you realised it was donkey??

  4. So great that you got to see this. How can a donkey race be anything but absolute fun? A donkey is on the list of animals that we would like on a dream farm, and his name is going to be Ciuchino!

  5. Wow. I wish they had a subject in school that spoke about festivals like these from around the world. Maybe then I’d have paid more attention and taken up a more worthwhile career 😀 All kidding aside, you are amazing at painting the picture of an era gone by and what the tradition is like now. You should someday have a print version of all these ‘guides’

    • Thanks, that’s really kind of you… I’ll put you on the list for a signed first edition!

      I’m with you by the way, I always struggled to care about history lessons at school, yet I find this kind of stuff fascinating!

  6. Love your footnotes. 🙂 Sometimes you just have to wing it with history (it never was my strong point, either – I have a friend for that, but without him I’m willing to believe most things).

    You’ve been having your share of festival fun these days, haven’t you?

    • We certainly have. It’s the only thing keeping us vaguely sane with all the house stuff going on. Every now and then a day of sunshine, wine and laughing is the perfect tonic!

      I genuinely have no idea how much of the story is made up… it’s generally recognised as true in these parts, but then again they also believe you can catch a cold from sitting in a draft and that the changing of the seasons can leave you bedridden, so I just don’t know who to trust anymore!

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