Return to Sardinia

We caught the Palermo-Cagliari ferry and, since the journey takes 13 hours, we took a cabin. What luxury! It has always seemed to me that there's nothing like going to sleep whilst you're travelling; it feels like cheating somehow - but cool for all that. Happily the sea was calm and so the crossing was uneventful. We drove off the ferry at 9 in the morning and we were at Vallermosa and Marilena's mum's house by coffee time.
A few days later our son Simon, Candy and the children joined us for a week, as did Marilena's brother and sister. So we were a lively household of ten for the duration. At the weekend there was a festival in the village with a focus on traditional crafts and the opportunity to visit many of the older houses which are kept as 'museums.' It was great to meet up with family in such an enjoyable setting.

A comfortable cabin helps the journey pass quickly.

Approaching Cagliari on the ferry.

A two-day festival in the village celebrated local history and traditional crafts and cooking.

Perfect Palermo - a jewel of a city

The last couple of days we spent in Palermo, Sicily's capital city. And what a city it proved to be - we loved it! Lively and full of interesting streets, squares and markets. Good for clothes shopping too! I bought two pairs of jeans and a couple of shirts so I could look decent when we arrived in Marilena's village in Sardinia.
The campsite was located by the sea just outside the town and happily near the railway station. It was situated (like several others we encountered on the trip) in an olive grove. Despite these advantages it suffered from an excess of mosqitoes. However by now we were pretty expert in keeping them out of the awning and van and so they didn't cause the trouble they had earlier in the holiday.
On the second day we met up with our friends Enzo and his twin brother, Carlo. They took us for a tour of their favourite spots in the city with a focus on cafes and street food. This was great fun and we were dlighted to let them show us round their home town.

Palermo has three large fruit and fish markets. Food quality is high.

Palermo has lots of interesting squares. This one is called the 'shameful' Piazza.

Having lunch on the street with friends Enzo & Carlo.

Agrigento and its Greek past

The Greeks have had a presence in southern Italy since at least the 8th century BC and one comes across evidence of their culture everywhere in Sicily. One of the most significant is the Valley of Temples near Agrigento. It's an extraordinary site that covers acres and acres. We spent an interesting day here wandering around in hot sunshine (the temperture was in excess of 34 degrees).

The valley of the temples at Agrigento.

Not contemplating Greek architecture - more likely he's trying to head off incipient heat exhaustion

Marilena stands by the ruins of a nearby Greek temple.

Syracuse's historic island

We were happy to leave the Catania camp site and made our way along the coast stopping at Syracuse on the way. We visited the historic centre (the lovely island of Ortiga).

On the island of Ortiga beside Syracuse is this lovely freshwater pool named after Arethusa in Greek myth.

The weather was a little fresh but that didn't stop Marilena from smiling.

We rolled up at a very clean campsite in Punta Bracetto on the coast. It couldn't have been more different from the previous one at Catania. The place was impeccable and each pitch had a key to its own toilet. Even the beach was much better. It put a smile on our faces!

Crossing to Sicily

Leaving Tropea behind we headed south to Villa San Giovanni at the toe of Italy. Here we caught the ferry to Messina in Sicily.

We camped at a rather grubby site near Catania for a couple of nights. The admin was friendly; which is more than can be said for the camper next door to us who nastily cut our power cable on the last day (apparently he wanted no competion for power; I gather he ran an electric heater in his caravan). Fortunately I was able to repair the cable with little fuss.

Catania is a historic city living in the shadow of the Etna volcano; indeed black volcanic stone was much in evidence in the walls and buildings of the town.

John in lecturing mode on a visit to Catania's university.

Behind the busy and tourist-heavy historic centre was a rather splendid fruit and vegetable market.

Fans of TV series Inspector Montalbano may recognise these; they are canoli - the favourite pastina of Dr Pasquale, the permanently bad-tempered police pathologist. We bought them at one of Catania's markets.

Learning to live with an awning

Camper and awning (Vango Idris model).

At this time of the year (autumn) most campers here in Italy appear to be retired couples and the campers they drive are by and large - pretty large! Many have their own shower, toilet, freezer, satellite TV and so on. Our campervan being a Bongo is quite small and living space is minimal; while OK for an overnight stay, anything longer would make life uncomfortable. And so we use an enclosed awning to provide additional  living space. The awning is designed to attach to a camper van and creates a very useful enclosed 'corridor' between the two. It takes about an hour to set everything up when we arrive at a new camp site but we reckon it's a good investment of time.

The Bongo only provides a limited amount of storage space; we use this space for food, crockery & cutlery (inside) and tyre wedges, gas bottle and other camper hardware (in the rear cupboards). Remaining 'luggage' such as clothes, toiletries, sleeping equipment etc. is stored in four strong folding plastic crates. The crates stack easily inside the van when we're travelling and can be quickly transferred to the awning once it's erected at a new destination. This frees up the van for cooking (we have a 2-burner hob) and sleeping.

If our venue is free from excessive flies/wasps/mosquitoes we prefer to eat outside (there is a small table that can fit it the van too but it is more trouble than it's worth to use). On the other hand if eating outside is a no-no then we move into the awning and here it shows it worth since there is plenty of space to dine comfortably. Indeed because the awning creates a closed corridor with the van, food can be transferred in and out of the kitchen keeping it well away from insect life.

Most of our camping to date has been in the warm Italian climate so we've not been troubled overmuch by rain or cold. However there have been windy days and again the awning proves useful since we simply move our folding chairs and table inside and carry on reading, relaxing etc.
At night we hang a rechargeable LED lamp from the top of the awning and read or write or whatever. Head-torches help with further illumination, particularly if one is reading.

Finally we lay a nylon awning carpet in the 'corridor' between tent and van; in this way we're able to keep most of the dirt/sand/pine needles etc. off the floors.

Tropea - southern Calabria

Looking manly - & out for an evening stroll.

I'd never heard that this place was considered so desirable by Italians, but once here I could see why. There are lovely beaches (we pop round the corner to a gorgeous little place for our daily swim) and the town itself is made up of pretty little streets. Not surprisingly there's lots of tourist tat on offer in the shops but if one can turn a blind eye to this the town holds up remarkably well. Currently there's an (allegedly) blues festival on the go with live music being played in the town piazze in the evening. Not bad - but only a few of the numbers I heard could be remotely classes as 'blues.' No matter; meandering around town on a balmy Italian evening with music in the background is no cause for complaint!

On an entirely different topic, the town is famous for its production of red onions and you can see them displayed for sale in lots of the shops here. They are a very mild onion - even Marilena who has a delicate digestive sytem can happily eat them with no problems. I'd tasted them before whilst in Sardinia (raw on salad that time) and warmed to them immediately.

Indeed I bought some seeds a couple of years back and attempted to grow them in my vegetable garden; sadly, they refused to even germinate. But they are so tasty that I might try again - it'd be cool to use them in our cooking at home. (Indeed I can just confirm Marilena has just invested a couple of euros in a packet of onion seeds).

The photo on the left records one of our lunches at Tropea and includes grilled kebabs, tomato & fennel salad, braised tropea red onions and fresh bread. Served with local red wine. And all eaten outside in the sunshine. Magic.

Cosenza - old town

View up street towards local secondary school.

On our way south we spent half a day in Cosenza, one of the largest towns in Calabria. I'd visited the town nearly a decade before (see my earlier post HERE) and found its old town rather dark and brooding; perhaps that was because then I arrived late in the day and the shops were closing up. This time we arrived mid-morning on a lovely sunny day. The effect was strikingly different and the old town came across as full of interesting squares, streets and buildings (although to be fair some of the narrow side streets didn't look all that salubrious).

There were few tourists around and so we strolled through the town without having to fight our way along pavements with the usual crush. Indeed there was even time for Mailena to do some clothes shopping (in which I'm happy to report she was successful).


Prices here are low compared to other regions of Italy - yet the quality is still high. We stopped for instance at a cafe for an iced capuccino and ordered some small accompanying cakes (pasticini) to nibble; they were delicious yet the price was a mere 50 cents per cake. Wonderful! We ordered half a dozen more to take away and as ever in Italy they were wrapped up beautifully.

We ate our panini in a lovely park next to a piazza surrounded by exceptional buildings.

Marilena takes the stage in Cosenza's atmospheric theatre.

Paradise - at last?

Marilena's idea of paradise is a campsite that is clean, has excellent toilet facilities and a friendly staff; moreover, it should be adjacent to a splendid beach (or have a top class swimming pool) and within easy reach there must to be an interesting village (or town) where one can stroll in the evening and have an ice-cream to help the digestion before taking to bed. A bonus is if there is a nearby railway staion for easy access to other destinations. Well I'm happy to report that we may have just (finally) landed on our feet with our most recent stop; but it only came about by accident.

On leaving Corigliano (by the Ionian Sea) we crossed Calabria to the western coast. I had identified a likely-looking site from our campsite guide and half a day later we rolled up to this very pretty place with lovely palm trees and flowers fringing the walkways of the campground; 'We're in clover,' I thought. We completed the admin and then drove to our pitch; it looked great and Marilena was excited to spot the swimming pool just 20 yards away over the hedge. Cool.

We stepped out of the camper ready to set up the awning and settle into our new residence for the next few days. And that's when the demons struck! Mosquitoes - and by the dozen. They attached themselves to us and within five minutes we had to run back into the camper for safety. Unfortunately Marilena was very badly bitten indeed and required insect bite cream to ease the discomfort (subsequently she had to take a painkiller and retire to bed early). So we turned around and left. I checked the camping guide we had (again), located another campsite and we drove over the local mountain road to a popular tourist town called Tropea.

Tropea - a beautiful little town on the Calabrian coast.

Turning into the Tropea seafront we were presented with signs to several campsites all adjacent to each other and before we knew what was happening we found ourselves being ushered into a lovely little family site by a smiling staff. Ahh! at last a site that Marilena could really relax in and enjoy. And so far it has met all our expectations. This morning at 8 am the panificio van (baker) pulled in and we bought freshly made bread rolls and apricot croissants. Then an hour later the fresh fish man arrived with his little three-wheeled moto-carozella and we had some fresh fish from him. Great!

We bought a little electric (indoor( grill last year and it's proving to be a very useful addition to the camper's tiny kitchen.

Opposite the campground are steps that take one up the cliff to the central piazza in town (how convenient is that?) We climbed them and spent an hour exploring and doing a little shopping this morning and then it was off to the beach (100 yards away) and a splash in the most beautiful blue sea imaginable! Lunch - prepared by the two of us - was fresh grilled fish, braised local Tropea red onions, ratatouille and potatoes, accompanied by local white wine. Desert was Italian coffee and another round of (morning) croissants. Lovely.

Night owls

There's an hour's difference between BST and European time and so we're finding that early morning's are brighter but of course evenings close in earlier. Indeed by 6.30pm it is quite dark now. This isn't a challenge in a house (or a well equipped caravan); one simply settles down to watch TV or read a book or make a cup of tea or whatever. However when your living space is an awning, your choices of entertainment are more limited.
Mostly what we do is read a book or (in Marilena's case) write up her travel journal; very occasionally if the campsite WIFI is good enough we might watch some TV on the laptop.
The awning has a weak overhead light to stop us bumping into things but for reading/writing we wear head torches to beef up close-up illumination. This works well although it makes us look like a pair of techie night owls.

You're never alone when you camp in a wood full of Scops owls!

Speaking of which our current camping spot on the border between Basilicata and Calabria (near Italy's big toe) is in a small pine wood - pineta - and it's full of Common Scops owls which call out to each other for half of the night. Because we live near the park at home, we get the occasional owl hooting in the back garden. But nothing on this scale. The pineta seems to be full of owls! Yet despite their noisy presence at night I have as yet failed to see one of these birds during the day; it is a gang of ragtag magpies that rule the roost in the daylight hours.

Two fascinating towns in Puglia

Alberobello

Marilena regards the camera seated among the trulli of Alberobella.

This village is famous for its trulli - a trullo is a circular building with a conical roof, all of it made from stone. Although some people had the misfortune to be obliged to live in them, the trulli were generally employed as storage huts. Their shape and design however does make them appear rather special.  Alberobello has an area mostly composed of these trulli buildings. They are lovely to look at but I expect not so fantastic to live in. As we travelled through the region we found them dotted all over the countryside. This reminded me of spotting oast houses in Kent, although the trulli were more numerous.

Lecce

Relaxing in front of one of Lecce's amphitheatres.

On one day we drove to Lecce, an ancient city on the heel of Italy's boot. And what a delightful place it proved to be. The compact old city is packed with monuments, churches and great houses; and all of them built in this gorgeous honey-coloured stone. The streets  were a little wider and the buildings much lower than in Bari, for instance, and this served to create an intimate and more human architecture that I found delightful.

The entrance hall to a block of flats in the old town (there were lots like this).

There were historic treasures at every corner including two Roman amphitheatres and we spent a pleasant morning strolling through this highly baroque cityscape. Importantly, their ice-cream shops were well up to scratch and Marilena and I had our usual double cornet. Lovely.

Back on the Adriatic coast again

19 September Bisceglie, Bari

Marilena above the (exceeedingly) popular village of Positano.

Still on our way southwards we crossed the Italian peninsula to the other side - near Bari on the Adriatic coast. We went by way of the Amalfi peninsula passing through Positano and Amalfi. The road hugs the coastline and there's hairpins all the way to Salerno - for about two hours. It was a very pretty route but the traffic hold-ups on the way were really awful at times; mostly because the roads were far too narrow for the volume of traffic using them.

Marilena in yet another traffic jam along the Amalfi coast road.

Once away from the coast road we took the motorway and crossed to the Adriatic in a couple of hours. The landscape changed as we travelled. At Salerno it was all tall mountains, then it became rounded smooth hills covered with intensively cultivated fields and then, as we neared the coast, all became flat and we were in a countryside of vines and olive groves. Interesting to see the changes. It was close to dusk when we arrived so - in the face of a brisk wind - I set up the awning and we had supper. Happily there were no mosquitoes around.

We visited the city of Bari next day taking the local train; it cost 2.50 euros for a 30km single journey. Here in Italy you pay by the distance you travel, not as in the UK where the train companies can  charge top whack for the most popular routes. Bari old town is built of a wonderful white stone that 'lights up' the narrow streets. And there was plenty of street life too - refreshingly, mostly local people rather than tourists (like us) for a change. Poorer people live in the ground floors of these ancient buildings; their homes reminded me of those businesses under railway arches back home. Each home comprised a single very long room- a monolocale - that goes well back into the interior of the building; and the only natural light is what they get from the front door.

An interesting 1930s church displaying another clash of exterior and interior styles. Outside is modern, geometric,  and inside all is traditional and devotional. Clearly the architect was only allowed so much say. Or perhaps his/her vision was disrupted subsequently by successive parish priests!

The presence of religion was everywhere. Each street had its own patron saint evidenced by a religious image or statue with flowers before it. And there were two magnificent cathedrals and several churches all functioning in an area of a few acres. You know you're in Italy!
On the way back to the railway station Marilena spotted a local panificio (baker's) and we bought some excellent fresh bread rolls for next day's breakfast and a foccacia 'pizza' with tomato and olive topping to munch on the way home on the train. Both were excellent.

The ancient town of Matera where a troglodyte civilisation lived for millenia.

We took a day's trip to see the famous town of Matera and it proved to be no disappointment. A deep ravine runs beside the town and the local stone is tufa - a soft stone that can easily be worked to create a city of stone - the Sassi as they are called. People lived in caves carved in the tufa since prehistoric times and the landscape today is quite extraordinary. Folk actually lived in the Sassi until the 1950s until the Italian authorities forced them out in a slum clearance initiative. However, today the old houses are being renovated and being offered to newlyweds to help start up a community once again. It's good to see the planners take a more enlightened view of preserving (or in this case re-creating) community.

The Amalfi coast

Monday 16th September

The Bay of Naples from our campsite.

 A short drive south took us past Naples and to the famous Amalfi coast. We stopped for 3 days at a nice little campsite on a hillside olive grove just outside Sorrento. What a beautiful setting this was! It's easy to see why travellers have raved about the Bay of Naples! The sky, the sea and the cliffs, the vegatation (& the balmy climate) all combine to create a quite wonderful landscape. Our pitch was in an olive grove (and the trees were loaded) at the furthest point from the camp entrance, so we were kept fit walking uphill daily to the camp shop and the pool (such hardship).

Piazzo Tasso in Sorrento.

Sorrento is a lovely little town but it's packed with visitors.  My most memorable moment there was observing the movement of traffic on the main square. The place is jammed with scooters and motorbikes of all kinds. They flow in and around the cars in a way unthinkable in England. For all the world it reminded me of the movement of bumper cars at the fair - although fortunately without the bumps.

Sea bream grilled to perfection . . .

I was in search of a fishmonger's that day (not easy - I had to ask an old lady who kindly accompanied me to the door of the fish shop that was located in a very narrow side street). There I bought some fresh shrimps and a couple of beautiful sea bream. So that evening we had our first full fish meal: pan-fried shrimps in garlic and oil followed by grilled bream and aubergines, with potatoes and salad. All served with a chilled white Vermentino (from Sardinia - again). Lovely!

On the day we were leaving we discovered a colony of tiny, tiny ants was trying to establish itself in the camper! Hurriedly we applied some insect powder and set to cleaning them out. Fortunately they hadn't got too much of a hold yet and soon we were (mostly) insect-free.

Feet up by the tyrrenhian sea

Friday, 13th September
We spent a weekend relaxing at a camping holiday village situated near Latina on the coast, half way between Rome and Naples. It was packed with Italian families for the weekend and was easily the most lively campsite we've been to so far.
At this time of the year campsites are peopled largely by retired couples (mostly from Germany & a few from Holland) who keep themselves to themselves (campers who pass each other in broad daylight but as if they were ships in the night). Not so here in Latina. Everyone seemed to be friendly and to bid you 'buon giorno' or 'buona sera.' There were children playing everywhere - on their bicycles or just running around. And the bar area was full of youngsters sipping cokes and chatting with their peers (young people don't drink much alcohol in Italy). The Italian women spent much of the morning cleaning their camper or caravan and doing the washing etc. The men however appeared not to be involved in these tasks and mostly sat and chatted in small groups.

Church of SS Maria & Pius X - with the schizophrenic design.

On Sunday we attended mass at the local church in Salto di Fondi. It was a very modern church (something of a rarity in Italy) where the architecture and the interior fittings exhibited a curious clash of styles. It was as if the architect had set out to create a modern abstract building - but that the diocesan cultural authority insisted on a traditional (and rather naturalistic and devotional) interior. Fascinating.

We stayed on until the Monday but by then the families had left to return home and sadly the cheerful atmosphere went with them. When we left, all had become quiet and somehow empty-feeling.

Staying in the earthquake town

Sunday 15th September
Marilena wanted to see Monte Cassino Abbey (which I had visited nearly a decade before on my tour of Italy on the motorbike - click HERE to read my blog about that tour). However it would have involved a full day's driving and so we decided to break our trip at the town of L'Aquila; you may remember there was a devastating earthquake there 10 years ago. We were accommodated in a comfortable B&B for the night.

Some of the beautifully restored old buildings in the main square in L'Aquila.

In the evening we went out for supper and a stroll around town. The renovations to the city following the earthquake were obvious everywhere and it was very evident that these repairs were being undertaken sympathetically. Indeed many of the old buildings looked stunningly beautiful. There seems much more to do but they're clearly doing it right! The city is going to look fabulous when it's all done.
Sadly, depite the lively evening street scenes full of people, music and conversations, the meal was a disappointment. We must have chosen a 'tourist' restaurant where price trumped quality. We didn't let it worry us too much however; the breakfast next morning more than made up for it!

Gran Sasso crossing, a famous abbey and back to the Med

Monday 18th, September

Tunnels and bends make for interesting driving in the national park.

Leaving L'Aquila behind we crossed the Gran Sasso national park along a twisty provincial road. The scenery was stunning: high mountains on all sides with their slopes covered with lush green deciduous trees and frequent waterfalls tumbling down. And above, the occasional eagle circling above us - in search of prey, presumably. After three or four hours of this wonderful driving we dropped down towards Cassino on our way to visit the famous abbey there. Curiously we found ourselves in a long convoy of cars dawdling through some fairly remote countryside. This was unusual because Italian drivers never dawdle. After about 15 miles of this rather slow (and frustrating) progress we discovered that we were at the back of a funeral cortege!  However,   eventually we did arrive at Monte Cassino.

The impressive monastery of Monte Cassino.

For those who don't know it, the monastery is at the top of a mountain overlooking the town. It's a four mile zig-zag climb to reach the entrance. The monastery is a Benedictine foundation and was founded by St Benedict himself in the sixth century (indeed the tomb of the founder lies in the crypt). It has been invaded and partly destroyed several times over the centuries. In particular, the monastery played a key defensive role in delaying the allied invasion of Italy in 1944. Installed in the abbey, The German army held the Allies at bay for several months and many soldiers on both sides lost their lives (especially Poles - there is a polish cemetery here). At the end of the action the monastery was almost totally destroyed. After the war is was rebuilt and today is a remarkable building.

The monastery is designed around a series of square-shaped cloisters with peripheral arches.

Today the abbey is open to visitors as a sacred site and is dedicated to the theme of peace; hardly surprising given its recent history. There are various pointers to this theme, the highlight which is a beautifully decorated peace chapel in the crypt that appeared to encourage visitors to pause and reflect in silence. An impressive place.

Abruzzo national parks

Marilena - with fleece.

Tuesday 10th September
We travelled down from Ancona to a remote campsite in the Gran Sasso National Park, Abruzzo. It's a simple site at an elevation of around 5000ft located in the centre of a large forest. We set up camp as usual but by 7pm mist settled around us and the temperature dropped like a stone; a far cry from the balmy Adriatic coast. We shivered in our fleeces.

In the morning we ventured out on two excursions in the van; fortunately by now the mist had cleared and the weather was fine. The first visit was to the interior of the surrounding forest where we parked the van and went for a five kilometre walk in search of a locally well known waterfall. It's the mushroom picking season here and from time to time we saw men hunting for fungi (with baskets on their backs). Walking in this silent, ancient woodland (no birdsong) reminded me of the descriptions in Bill Bryson's book, "A Walk in the Woods." The environment was straight tall trees after tall trees after . . . and only rarely did the sun break through to ground level. It was an intriguing landscape but claustrophic too. I was frankly glad when the walk came to an end and we could escape from the gloom and those never-ending trees.

For the next outing we took an unmetalled (and seriously bouncy) road to the top of the adjacent mountain. What a contrast this was to the walk in the woods! Here was all open, sunny and the views on every side were of fabulous mountains.

Back for lunch cooked by Marilena: reheated tagliatelle in a mushroom sauce then grilled Italian sausages (utterly delicious - a quality of flavour I never yet encountered back home), salad and sauteed potatoes; all accompanied by a red Sardinian Cannonau. Splendid.

In the evening we took a stroll before the cold set in and we came across a large memorial dedicated to local partisans who fell during WWII. It was fitting of course that they were remembered but the momorial was in poor condition. I read recently that many Italian partisans lost their lives in combat and that there is a strong commitment to honouring them in this part of Italy. Perhaps the state of the memorial then is a sign of Italy's current economic condition - rather than forgetfulness of its fallen heroes?

A touch of class

Saturday 7th September

Pausing in front of Ancona's port.

 Leaving Luisella's behind we headed for some sun and sea on the Adriatic coast. We stopped at a classy holiday village just south of Ancona in a place called Numana. Everything about it was good - and the beach was just five minutes' walk up the road.

The sanctuary in the basilica at Loreto containing (it is claimed) the original house that Mary lived in Nazareth.

Checking the map on Saturday evening I realised we were very close to the town of Loreto, a place of longstanding pilgrimage for devotees of the Blessed Virgin. So we determined to attend mass there next day; and it turned out to be a very busy mass indeed; the basilica was packed with people and the militiary. Marilena managed to get a seat (but I had to stand).

The bishop welcomes Italian airforce people.

Our Lady of Loreto is the patroness of pilots and those who fly,  which is why the basilica was so packed with Italian air force uniforms. After the mass we took a stroll through the lively market in the town, just in time to see a helicopter fly-past skim over our heads.

Emergergy action

Wednesday 4th September

Local birds take off just a mile or two along the beach from us.

Early morning after a stroll along the seashore, breakfast and tidying up around our awning my back starting to give me warning signs of trouble ahead. Immediately I retreated to the van's passenger seat (!) and Marilena went into action. Singlehandedly she organised all our stuff and packed it into the luggage crates. Then she rolled up the awning and transferred it into the rear of the van. Talk about efficiency - it was all done in less than an hour! I guess prior experience helps in these situations. :-)

Fortunately we were not too far from Luisella's place - so like last year, I arrived an invalid at her door. And was again installed in a comfortable armchair; this time thankfully only for 24 hours. The back cleared up quickly and I was soon out and about. As ever, Luisella's hospitality was splendid and it was great to see everyone and get their news.

St Anthony's basilica on a miserable day. A great visit if you have a strong interest in looking at relics of the human body!

On the Friday we went for the day to Padua; I wanted to see the Basilica of St Anthony and walk around the city's famous university - one of the oldest in Europe. Sadly the weather was vile; it lashed rain. So we ended up visiting the Basilica but then, after a kebab, we headed back without taking in any other sights.

Over the Alps to Venice

Sunday 1st September

Mr Casual props up a lamp post in St Mark's Square.

Another drive with wonderful views. We took the Brenner Pass and skirted the Dolomites. Our van is pretty slow on the hills but to be fair, like Barkis, it's willing. So we arrived in the Veneto - in  a seaside village called Cavallino - late in the evening. Our timing was a tactical error because as we went about setting up the awning we were continually attacked and bitten by a veritable horde of mosquitoes! In the end Marilena had to hide in the camper to escape them.

John strolls along the main 'street' on the island of Burano.

Nonetheless we persevered and next day we got to see the city and a couple of its outlying islands. We purchased a couple of all day 'travelcards' which allowed us to travel on any boat. And you may be sure we employed them to the full.
Our seaside camp site had a little shop selling the basics; for me the best of it was the wine they sold on tap. One brought along an empty litre bottle and they filled it up for you (for peanuts) with local wine. The white wine iwas great; not fancy, just light and simple. As an accompaniment to a Marilena's seafood salad, it was excellent.