Day 175 – Frejus – 24 Aug 10
Only three weeks to go until you come out and see us. We’re looking forward to seeing you. This is the last leg of our Italian tour, next we shall be in France. We won’t be sorry to leave the country where ‘behind me’ nothing exists. And as for common courtesy. It’s rare.
Our departure from Rapallo wasn’t as fraught as expected and dad manoeuvred his way out of the very narrow exit and through the road works very professionally with me running behind making sure there was sufficient room either side of the wag. The journey was another mountainous climb through the Apennines through many tunnels and the autostrada over Genoa was as we remembered it, a bit like a Le Mans track!
Luckily Camping Wijnstok at Imperia was nicely signposted BUT it had another entrance from hell. Immediately we turned off a main road there it was - down a very narrow steep passageway into the camp. First impressions – oh my god! After booking in we were shown to our very small pitch, and after detaching Smartie dad managed to squeeze the wag in a corner pitch 4881between a rather large tree and a car access pathway. Smartie is now parked up again the side of the cab with the awning about 2/3 of the way out because there is no more room. Long live the C & CC 6 metre rule, which of course the Italians have never heard about. Privacy – forget it! This is another hotchpotch campsite with permanent sites, some tenters and just us and a neighbouring ancient motorhome. Frontages on some of these permanent caravans vary from a rather luxurious wooden Alpine wooden chalet with fencing, to some rather elaborate verandas with potted plants and gazebo covers to the basics like our Italian neighbours. Now there’s looks like it’s held together with glue and the wood that has gone into making their extension has come out of Steptoe’s junk yard. Now I know what they mean by a permanent site, because any attempt to move their caravan and the whole thing would collapse into a pile of rubble. In future we must be aware of the description ‘a typical Italian campsite…..’ when it comes to choosing future sites. That word ‘typical’ can mean so many things. Anyway next week we shall be travelling through France with a different set of rules.
Dad has got into Italian mode, a bit late I know, but has taken to an afternoon siesta, so once refreshed we were off on our bikes to explore. Unfortunately this is another non-biking town as the traffic is far too heavy, so we parked up and walked along the coastal path to Borga Marina area and had an ice cream and a walk around the historical part of the town. There seems to be plenty of restaurants to choose between for a weekly budget meal tomorrow evening – hurrah! Being the Ligurian coast the area has shingle beaches mixed with large rocks which the Italians seem quite happy to perch on and sunbathe, to me it looks pretty uncomfortable.
Back at the campsite to admire the evening view (of the fencing that is between us and a road} and listening to the dulcet tones of our ‘quiet’ Italian neighbours, we had a serious debate between cooking a risotto and ordering a pizza from the campsite restaurant. A difficult decision I know but the latter won, it was just too sultry to stand and stir a risotto for 45 min! Meanwhile we were being entertained by a surly Eytie lad who was kicking stones at our car. You wouldn’t believe the look on his face when dad told him, in no uncertain terms, to ‘go away’; someone had the audacity to tell him what to do. That didn’t got down well and there was a lot of muttering then the tyke returned bouncing a ball in a very ‘macho’ way right in front of us, but eventually he got fed up as we completely ignored him. Had to get the reception staff to get rid of him eventually, as he became completely out of control. No trouble since – just dirty looks from his parents.
Walked into Imperia on Sat night. Actually it’s quite impressive. Built on a hill with very tall buildings and a huge Duomo at the top. There was a food & music festival on & the streets were thronging with people.
Another superb victory for the Clarets; 3-0 v Leicester.
Well, we went out for a cycle ride this afternoon to get away from the yapping dog next door. It never stops & the owners just don’t notice. Anyway, we had a puncture & had to walk home. Discovered that my rear tyre is now paper thin so will have to buy a couple of new tougher ones ASAP.
Off to a camping shop tomorrow, then packing up & heading for Frejus & the car park.
Speak when we can
M & D
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