A marathon journey, eight hours, no peage, and we've only done six inches on the map. One of the hottest days of the trip so far and I've been sat in the passenger seat with a French map book stuck to my knees having map reading lessons. I've no idea why I need to learn... Continue Reading →
Lake Garda, so hard to leave.
We instantly like Italy, all the roads are downhill, ... yes? After climbing out of Innsbruck towards the Brenner Pass we part with €9 at the Toll Booth, seemingly for a tin of peppermints. We then begin two hours of driving downhill and now assume Italy must be two miles below sea level, the car... Continue Reading →