Friday was a flat day. We spent most of our time hanging around in Eileen while the weather just couldn’t make its mind up. Rodney went for a short walk in between showers, while I caught up on some emails, then after lunch we took our books and beach towels over to the […]
Oh dear, it rained all night and all morning, so day one of week twelve turned in to a nothing day. No photos, no walks, no anything. We blobbed around in Eileen all day, got everything washed during a four-hour marathon of queuing for the one washing machine and then the one tumble dryer. We
When the rain finally stopped, at some time in the middle of the night, we wondered what we might be waking up to, because snow had been forecast. I was the first one out of the door in the morning and found us surrounded by only puddles. However, on walking back from the shower block,
The sky was full of fog when we woke up, but by the time the eggs had boiled, it had completely cleared to a beautiful clear morning. We cycled to St Moritz railway station and found we had 45 minutes to wait for the next train, dang! But because all the trains start in St
Now I know why we don’t ski at St Moritz; the only shops we could find were Chanel, Prada, Aspreys, Tom Ford, Dolce & Gabbana, etc. Oh, and two cups of hot chocolate and a shared slice of carrot cake costs SFr 17, about AU$20 or £12, so we’re slumming it in the campsite. But
On Friday morning we woke up to a beautiful sunny day with almost no humidity; perhaps we shouldn’t leave the Italian Lakes just yet…..? But then again we only have 32 days left before our ferry back over the Channel to England and there’s still all of Switzerland, Austria, Germany, Luxembourg and Belgium to get
At 9:15am we left Feriolo and headed north up the motorway. When we reached Gravellona Toce we found ourselves in a wide valley with impressive steep sides and very soon the valley narrowed and we were seeing snow covered caps on the mountains ahead. Rodney wriggled, settled back and enjoyed the drive up to Domodossola.
Can anyone explain to me why a cuckoo needs to practise the only two notes in its repertoire at 5:22am? Maybe it was trying to tell me it was going to be another very hazy morning? Eating breakfast under Eileen’s awning just didn’t provide the same view on Saturday morning as we had enjoyed on
On day two of week ten we left high security Camping Bella Italia at 10am. We handed over our paperwork, wrist tags, personal passes and proved that we had paid the bill the previous day. It was harder than leaving France! We did a little detour via Sirmione for a quick peek and then joined
The Monday night disco next door must have kept awake every camper at our end of the campsite, it was so loud, but ‘rentacrowd’ would have loved it as it was a cover band playing seventies hits……though not too well. I’ll bet there were a lot of grumpy Germans trying to sleep, or resorting to
After five nights in one spot, it felt strange packing up and moving on. Eileen was filled up on diesel and LPG and then we headed out east to the Lido di Jesolo. For most of the drive the altimeter told us that we were at sea level, or only one or two metres above
Well, if you weren’t lucky enough to be swanning around Europe then you were no doubt at the gala celebrations in Sydney for Ivan Blake’s 65th birthday. A great night appeared to be had by all, if the following photos are any indication. Also, apologies to Rodney and Laura for hijacking their blog but after
In the morning, when one wanders over to the shower block, you really need to be awake and have all your marbles about you, or there can be tricky consequences……. I’ve found that it helps to have my bag, with everything I need, packed ready by the door the night before. Rodney prefers the grab-it-on-the-way-out
The start of Rodney’s birthday on Tuesday was not quite as we had hoped. We both woke up feeling rather ill and only a hot shower and some breakfast outside in the sunshine made us both feel slightly more human. We wandered over to the bus stop later in the morning and the no. 19
I could feel the warmth of the sun at 7:30am when I wandered over to the shower block on Saturday morning; nice. We waved goodbye to the campsite manager, Mr Lupi Dino (great name) and headed back to the huge supermarket where I bought a basket for the front of my bike, plus lots of
When the rain stopped, we left the campsite in Levanto and headed up the bendy, twisty road. It is a really lovely drive past all the tiny bunches of pastel coloured villages scattered over the green hills and with lots of pink valerian clinging to the rock walls. Half way up the valley we crossed