Thursday 25 December 2008











24 December

Christmas Eve

Off to Morocco tomorrow, so Christmas doesn't mean anything like as much as it does at home. We miss being with family, although we were able to Skype our mums and of our house-sitter, Amanda, last night and video-talk with Ben, Jennifer and Abby this morning . Hopefully talk to James and Lizzie tomorrow morning.

Just the two of us again. But we seem to survive together through all the difficulties travelling this way can bring. Our main problem right now is that we are finishing each other's sentences a la 'Chip & Dale'. Not an original thought is to be had, probably the result of being together for over 35 years and spending well over a year (in total) in the confined space of a campervan in Europe (at times with children in tow).

Our photos of the Alhambra in Granada today are evidence of this scary convergence. Probably 90% of them are identical. If anybody wants to see them, that's about 150 photos taken in 2 hours!


By the by, the Alhambra is the amazing evidence of the Islamic occupation of this area from the 11th to the 15th centuries. The Nasrid Palace, the home of the Islamic rulers of this time is unrivalled in terms of the intricacy of its stucco and woodwork. The Alcazaba (fortress) is huge and contains remnants of the barracks of the soldiers who protected it. All in all, truly amazing!


Last day in Spain for a while. We have loved every minute of it! Spaniards have all the creativity and friendliness of the Italians, with a good dose of the regimentation of northern Europe. Thing work here; trains and buses are on time; there are rules like not crossing double lines ...and people abide by them!

What adventures await us in North Africa?

Wednesday 24 December 2008











22 December

Trams. Trams

Alicante is a small dot on our map - like so many other small dots that turn out to be rather large towns or cities. The Costa Blanca is just another of the string of Mediterranean resort areas that ring the coast from Turkey to Gibraltar. It's a bit like the Gold Coast on steroids for thousands of kilometers.

Thousands, probably hundreds of thousands of people from all over Europe own apartments around here. There is no way the 250,000 population of Alicante would need this many apartment blocks! North and south of the city, along a beautiful coastline, block after block of apartments are strung out along the coast and even up in the hills behind.
We are slow learners, but we have worked out, as per our experience in Valencia and many cities before, that driving into any city of any size in a camper is a recipe for disaster. So off on to the tram we went, this time into the small(?) city of Alicante.

The tram line runs along the coast and, for the 12 kms into town, we had a great view of the Mediterranean and the beaches and resorts that line it. What can you say about a resort town in late December when you have it to yourselves? One thermometer in town said 28C, but it was in full sun! Blue sky, blue water and great laid-back feel! The highlight was the Castillo de Santo Barbara. This is a fortress which was captured from the Arabs by the future King Alfonso X the Wise on December 4, 1248, the feast day of Saint Barbara. Incredible views down to the city and out to the Mediterranean make this a “must-see”. Fortunately, the 204m height is accessible by lift, so, why the hell not?

Trams? Well, we are in a camping ground in a 'village' just south of Alicante called El Campello. "Village" because villages around here are usually towns of many thousands! - The park is packed with northern Europeans who winter here, so we are on a site at the back of the park – on the tram line! Right on the tram line! Never mind. If we can sleep with trucks, we can sleep with trams.


21 December

Call off the search

After our successful train visit to the Cinqueterre, following several bad experiences attempting to visit even medium-sized cities in the van, we decided to do a park-and-ride today.

We must have become fairly accomplished at interpreting station signs and timetables in foreign languages, because we were able to dump the van in the Sagunto station carpark today in outer suburban Valencia (way outer suburban), jump on a train, with the appropriate tickets, all before we were sure the train was actually going the right way ... and well inside 2 minutes!

Valencia was yet another surprise today. And we are glad we took the trouble. What a glorious day. Most of the three quarters of a million of the good folk of Valencia were out and about by the time we reached town (11:00am). Streets were jammed with families, kids and a hell of a lot of old folk, just walking about in the 20C sun.
So why did we come to Valencia? Not for love of oranges, although they are here in the millions! It was in search of the Holy Grail!

Monty Python and Dan Brown got it horribly wrong and wasted enormous effort. They should have
read the Lonely Planet. The Holy Grail is here! Yes indeedy. The only 'Grail' recognised by the Holy Mother Church is right here in Valencia. Popes have offered mass with it. It is “revered” in a side chapel of the basilica and there are postcards for sale at the church door. On close examination of the post card, it has to be said that the 'grail' is in remarkable condition for a 2000 year old cup. Not only that, it is extremely 'flash' for a wine goblet that would have been used by peasant Galileans on a night out. One has to wonder sometimes??

Valencia doesn't need the Holy Grail, or any other magic to be an attractive city. The city centre is full of wonders at every turn. We had no tourist guide today so we just roamed about. Perhaps we should do it more often?


20 December

“Road to Marrakech”
(Apologies to Bing and Bob!)

Across the eastern coastal plains of Spain they come - from Belgium, France, Italy and Germany and all points north – from the winter-dark and dismal tracts of northern Europe, through the sun-drenched fields of Cataluna and the orange orchards of Valencia, in their thousands, heading for Morocco for the holidays.

On the west coast of Spain, it's the British, the French and others who can afford the French autoroute tolls (we saw them last trip). Those who can't, have slipped out through Germany, where there are no tolls.
All on the “Road to Marrakech.”

Some are Moroccans, heading back home for a holiday that they don't necessarily celebrate, but are happy to take, as their factories and offices in the Christian north close down for the Christmas break. They are easily identified by the piles of 'stuff' on the roof of their cars. Tied up with tape, rope and plastic tarps, some of the loads are as big as the vehicles under them. As one would load up a camel?

The caravan speeds off south, where it is getting increasingly warm. Longer days and more sun!! And we, along with hundreds of campervans, join it.

Hope there is some room left at the Inn.

Sunday 21 December 2008












19 December


What is Gaudy?

Not too many people have been immortalised by their name becoming a common English word. Plato made it with platonic; Achilles with his heel and Caesar, for some reason, became caesarian. After the last couple of days, we understand how the early 20th century works of Antoni Gaudi allowed his name to be incorporated into common language.

Even today, more than 80 years after his death, his work is futuristic, fanciful and yet structurally sound and always different – very different and, of course, some of it is just plain ... gaudy!

La Sagrada Familia Basilica is destined to be his seminal work. Since our last visit in 2000, work seems to have accelerated on this, now longer than a 100 year, project. Perhaps the aim is to complete the construction in time for the centenary of the master's death in 2026? Hope we are around to see it.

We aren't sure if Picasso ever met Gaudi ( we need to do some research here) but the same word can, of course, be applied to much of Picasso's work. Gaudy!

Having visited the Picasso museum today, we are full of knowledge about this adopted son of Barcelona. Cubism was, of course, Pablo's big thing and what he will always be remembered for, but the range and volume of work the artist left us is just incredible! Everything from traditional landscapes, formal portraits, ceramics and some erotic doodles to Toulouse Lautrec-inspired ladies of the night comprises the work of this master.

As we prepare to leave Barcelona ,what can we say about this always exciting and interesting city...
Gaudy!

But in the best possible way!


18 December

Artists are mostly Mad!

Barcelona was at its best today. Actually we have never seen it any other way but sunny and warm. Our camping ground is about 20 minutes out of town on a fast and frequent rail line. We know! We can hear the trains all night.
Barcelona is a special place - a cradle of modern civilization, if you believe the local view of the world. Christopher Columbus (an Italian) left from here on his voyage to the New World. Picasso graced the city. And then there was Gaudi, possibly the greatest of the 19th - 20th C avant-garde architects. His master piece, La Sagrada Familia is still under construction after more than 100 years - not all that unusual, as cathedral building times go.

Several other buildings in the city were designed by the master. We visited La Pedrera today – a building designed by Gaudi - down to door handles. It is part museum – of the achievements of Gaudi and of life in the early 20th C - part functional office complex. There is hardly a square corner in the whole building - as you would expect. What is really startling is that the building was constructed in 1906.

Enough about Gaudi for now. (Can one ever get enough Gaudi?).

The real star of the day was an early 20th century Russian artist, Rodchenko who was featured in a special exhibited at La Pedrera.. Never heard of him? What a shame. The man was apparently a giant of Constructivism in Post-revolutionary Russia. His works range across geometrical art to geometrical sculptures to early photo collage.
Some of the artistic phases Rodchenko passed through are worthy of comment. Unlike many others, he was able to move from constructionalism to neo-constructionalism without a transition period. Yes, believe it or not – no transition period! Then 'Rod' had his black on black and white on white periods. Not terribly complex art works. They actually contain some grey.

The real turning point in Rodchenko's career was probably his realisation that there were basic colours. Seriously, he decried easel painting as he called it and decreed that only 'pure' colours were 'in'. His Red,Yellow and Blue pieces, which were just that, are a true testament to just how crazy artists can be.

Finally, in collaboration with equally MAD countryman, Malevich, he produced possibly the most avant-garde play ever staged. Bedbug. A Fantastical Comedy in Nine Scenes. (loosely translated from the original Russian).

The plot is very simple really. In 1929, the main character and a bedbug are frozen. Thawed out after 50 years, they then tell the story in nine bizarre and indescribable scenes of the world once communism was fully established. What the bedbug had to do with it all was lost in translation. To add some credibility to the whole thing, the score was composed by a young Shostakovich. The museum ran a video of clips from the original presentation. Truly bizarre, out there, and sooo Barcelona!

Stalinism, the purges, restrictions on artistic freedom and the threat of the gulag for 'nutters' finally caught up with Rod' and he ended his days taking propaganda photographs for the Party.

And Gaudi? He walked under a tram in Barcelona in 1926 aged 74.

Strange stuff, but that's what Barcelona is all about!


17 December

Sun at last, sun at last!

By this morning, the sky had cleared and the sun broke through. By the time we stopped for our daily shop, it was positively hot in the sun.

Hannibal also crossed the Pyrenees with his elephants – apparently he had a thing about mountain ranges - so we expected a bit of a climb on the free secondary roads that we take to avoid the heavy tolls. We hardly noticed the bump! Near the coast, the mountains are easily negotiated. Hope Hannibal knew this route.

Spanish drivers and roads have improved significantly since our last visit, thanks to an intensive government campaign to reduce the road toll. Even with the few towns we had to pass through on the minor roads, it was a rather easy and short drive into Bar'th'elona. (Note our immediate grasp of the Catalan dialect where everyone lisps!) And for once we found the camping ground first up.


16 December

Was that France?

It must have been France. People spoke French, we could read the road signs, engage in basic conversation and the driving was vastly improved, as were the roads. Not only that, it must have been provincial France. The people were very friendly. (as opposed to Parisians)

We have been driving for two days – not long days mind you – to get to Barcelona from the Italian Riveria. French Autoroutes have very high tolls, especially for vans like ours, so we have stayed on the secondary routes most of the time, hence our slow progress. And, oh yes, we got lost a few times! The weather hasn't helped our progress either. Leaving Italy, we were hit by a series of savage storms with heavy, though luckily small, hail. At home, hail this size would melt as soon as it hit the ground. Here, in winter at least, it starts to build up and freeze, even on the motorways with relatively heavy traffic. We had a few hairy moments leaving some of the many tunnels on the coast around Genoa, where the ice was flowing back into the tunnels and freezing.

While the secondary routes have been slower, they have been more interesting. This is wine country, so vineyards and cellar-door sales abound. Each little area has its own variety of wine that it lays claim to and they are extremely parochial about it. The villages are further apart than in Italy – and with wider streets that are not crammed with parked and double-parked cars – and that eases the tension for the driver, allowing for viewing of what is being driven through. This is Vic Morrow country (from the WW2 TV show called “Combat”, for those too young to recognise the label!)
Most of this time, we have avoided the temptation to re-visit sights from earlier trips. It has been hard, but our aim this trip has been to focus, as much as possible, on the new, rather than the nostalgic. So... we have been “On the Road Again”. Tonight, we are just short of the Spanish border, in a huge, (and free) Aire de Service. The wind is howling around the couple of lonely campervans and a few trucks that cluster with us.
Barcelona tomorrow. And the weather forecast is sunny!

Tuesday 16 December 2008











13 December

Cinque Terre

Topping off our great ferry trip from Olbia to Livorno was our discovery in the port, on arrival, of the mecca of all campervanners. A “dump point”. And free at that! A dump point is a service provided by local councils that probably got sick of the thousands of campervanners who roam Europe who, in the past, have had to dump their grey water and, worse still, toilets, in their streets and by-ways and to back into parks to steal water. And yes, we have been guilty of same. There comes a point where waste must be disposed of and, if there are no or few campgrounds open, one must do what one must do. (A photo from our 1987 trip shows a certain person, with the toilet in hand, disappearing into the forest somewhere in Germany.)

A dump point, officially called 'Camper Services' is simply a large parking bay with a drain pit for waste water, a connection to the sewer for toilet dumping and, if you are lucky, drinking water and a rubbish bin. For Livorno, four out of four! Loaded – and unloaded, we had a very early start on our drive to the last remaining site for us in Italy, the National Park of the Cinque Terre. Not a National Park in the Australian or American sense. More like a preserved urban habitat?

Five beautiful – and very photogenic – villages cling to the cliffs of the Mediterranean before a back- drop of steep, terraced hills, supporting vineyards and olive plantations. We had hoped to walk most of the length of the 9 klms through the hills and around the cliffs, from Riomaggiore to Monterossa, a 5 hour walk on a good day. Sadly, today started out with drizzle and mist, although it improved as we sped down the coast on the train from our overnight park behind the station in the small town of Levanto.

Getting off the train, we ran into an Australian family from Sydney and a little further on, a young couple from Melbourne. It seemed that we were the only 'crazies' walking the wet and slippery paths of the National Park today. It was good to chat away and enjoy the rapidly improving day with fellow countrymen. In fact, as we went from village to village, the streets were full of Aussie accents. Not sure why, but 90% plus of the small number of tourists wandering about were Australians?

Some of the pathways were closed, due to the weather and some collapsing of the pathways, so we couldn't make the full 9klm walk, but what we did manage was spectacular, even on such an average day, weather wise. The National Park villages are spectacular in themselves – narrow, winding lanes, pretty pastel-coloured buildings clinging to the cliffs and amazing marinas. How they get the boats into the water from the middle of town where they are “parked”? - well, we'd love to see it!

From here, we are on a long driving phase through the Italian and French Rivieras and into Spain, heading for Barcelona (always pronounced in Catalan, the northern dialect, with a lisp - 'Bar-th-elona'). We have 'done' the Riviera before and frankly it's not our thing – and they don't like us either. It's definitely not campervan friendly – nowhere to park or stay and, after our last trip, where we took out one or two side mirrors trying to negotiate narrow roads in Nice, lined, on both sides with parked cars, we don't think they'll welcome us back. So it's motorways for 900 klm or so for the next couple of days.

On to Spain.

11 December

Moby .. Moby .. Moby!

Having spent the night in yet another idyllic beach location – and for free - we were a little disappointed with the weather this morning. Overcast but not raining. We had ordered another perfect day for our last day on Sardinia, but never mind.

The last thing we had planned to do before we left the island was visit the birthplace and tomb of Garibaldi, a larger than life character who played a significant role in the unification of Italy in the last half of the 19th Century. With his '1000 men', Garibaldi roamed the peninsula, pulling the various disparate Italian states into line. At the end of the day, Victor Emanuel II had the credibility that Garibaldi seemed to lack and so it was he who was finally able to lead the nation into unity. It's a very long story told here in two lines but you get the drift.

Garibaldi's home island of Caprere is just off the far north coast of Sardinia. A ferry goes from the small town of Palau. But we had another ferry to sort first. On our way, we stopped into the port of Olbia to book our overnight trip back to the mainland at Livorno. We had no trouble finding the port or the office – for a change! - we were a bit disappointed, though, when we found that we couldn't stay in our camper on deck as we did 8 years ago going from Greece to Italy. Back to this later..

Palau is only 40kms north of Olbia so we had plenty of time to get there and catch a ferry. Or so we thought. After our traditional three circuits of the town centre looking for parking, we finally found a friendly tourist information centre where we discovered that it was only possible to visit dear old Garibaldi in the morning. It was now 12:01! The guy at the tourist office had just visited Australia so he was very keen to be helpful and offer alternatives. Armed with his books, we set off to visit the fort built in the 19thC to protect the island from the nasty French from just a few kms over the water in Corsica. Nice view. But closed!

A disappointing day... But wait. There is always a saver! MOBY!

Those who read our 8 December blog will recall the horrors of the 2nd class cabin on the trip from Palermo to Cagliari. Moby, our new favourite ferry company, is another story. While we couldn't camp on deck, the disappointment was more than compensated by the brand new ship, cabins with ensuite and more than enough room to swing several cats. We aren't sure, but we think we might stay indefinitely? We had dinner on the dock in the van before boarding, expecting the same over priced deep- fried cardboard we got on our last long voyage. Wrong again. Reasonably priced quality food in abundance. Live and learn...


10 December

Toilet talk

After several days free-camping, last night just had to be a camping ground. One (in particular) can only go so long without washing (one's) hair, or clothes. No prize for guessing which – one!

With some of the best scenery in Europe, better than average beaches and a climate that would be considered great in mid summer in northern Europe, you would expect that escapees from the northern winter would pack the camping grounds of Sardinia. Well, no. In fact, very few are even open. We had two locked in for last night. Probably the only two open on the whole island. The first took us hours to find and of course it was closed. The second was equally hard to find but, to the relief of 'one', (and therefore the other “one”!) it was open. Hot water, washing machine, power and toilets! - all was well.

Toilets deserve a special mention. The prize for the best amenities block still goes to Camping Flaminia in Rome. Piped classical music, automatic flushing, in-door plants, marble everywhere, water features, magnified make-up mirrors – with stools to sit like a lady while one completes one's “toilette” - and the cleanest camp ground toilets we have ever seen - and believe us, we have seen camp ground toilets.

The wooden spoon is too difficult to call just now. We haven't been to Morocco yet! But any camp with old squat toilets, b-y-o paper and those smelly little bins where the used paper goes – that's right, not down the toilet, in the bin! - is in the running.

Squats have all but disappeared from northern Europe, but tradition dies hard here in the south! Even Asian countries have switched to pedestals, at least in tourist areas and large cities. A French family member once defended the squat to us, on the grounds that they are much more hygienic than the toilet seat of a public pedestal toilet. Not a bad point, but one needs to be quick on one's feet, wearing a stout pair of boots and not encumbered with winter coats for that to remain true!

Most European camping grounds are fairly 'rustic'. The emphasis seems to be on restaurants and bars rather than high quality camping facilities. As a rule, the restaurants and bars are none too flash either. The standards are significantly higher in most Australian caravan parks, where water, power and waste water disposal is fairly uniformly available on each individual site (pitch). Many these days also have TV connections and wireless internet. Where some European parks have the edge is their location. We have stayed in some beautiful spots, both in cities and by the beach.

And then there is the “Aire”, a broad definition used essentially by the French to describe something that is not a camping ground per se, but that may have some of the services provided by camping grounds. These vary from beach side carparks with no services whatever, like the one we are in tonight, to places with electric connections, showers, toilets, and waste disposal. Some charge up to 20 Euros (AUD40) a night. Others are free. Some local authorities actually provide 'Aires' to attract business to their small towns and villages. Not a bad deal all round. Campervanners like us get a free night, probably water to fill our tank and a bin for our rubbish. We usually visit the local shop. We might buy fuel, visit some local attraction or hit the restaurants. Everbody's a winner.


8 December

2nd Class cabins

We aren't sure why, but we seem to spend much of our time on trips like this camped by the beach? Given the large area of Europe that is nowhere near water, this is somewhat of a puzzle. Could be our Australian need to see the sea? Tonight it's a small beach at the town of Torre Grande in Sardinia.

A couple of nights back, we left Sicily via Palermo for the other big Italian Island of Sardinia. Palermo itself was never on our itinerary, but seeing as we had several hours up our sleeve waiting for the ferry, we took a stroll into town. Nowhere have we seen the 'two Italys' so clearly portrayed than in the centre of Palermo.

Close to the harbour is the poorer, older part of the city. Narrow lanes with washing flapping from small balconies four to six floors up, peeling plaster and the grime of centuries all meld together to give the area a real character. Add to the mix a Saturday night street market with everything from pig's innards to plastic toys and every kind of sea creature imaginable and you have a very exciting neighbourhood.

Around the corner and a block further away from the harbour, the shopping streets are tree-lined and oh, oh so chic! $1000 leather boots, all the latest from Milan and Paris, displayed in the usual “Louis Vuitton, Max Mara, Pierre 'Cardigan' world”.

We came back to reality later in the evening, when we were finally flagged on to the cargo deck of the ferry - with the trucks, as usual! Upstairs, our cabins for the 15 hour over-nighter to Cagliari in Sardinia awaited us. Cheap, as usual, we had gone for the second class cabins. Our rationale was that we were living in a campervan. How small can a ferry cabin be?

Answer. As small as our double bed in the van. Not the cabin bed. The whole cabin! It was nearly impossible for both of us to stand beside the bunks at the same time. Lucky there was next to nobody on the ship. We were practically able to take over the hallway as part of our room.

Almost two full days into Sardinia we are again amazed! We know very little about Sardinia, except that people here are very long-lived. This could have something to do with the air? Clear as a bell.

Cagliari, our port of disembarkation, is a smallish city of about 200,000 souls. It was Sunday and a long weekend so they all must have left town. We had the place to ourselves. Having spotted an oldish part of the city high on a ridge - we have a thing about climbing things - we set off. To our surprise, the city fathers had installed two lifts to drag sorry souls like us to the heights of the old city. How thoughtful – and they were free!

We know all these medieval old cities will merge into a blur in a few months, but this was yet another beauty! The weather didn't hurt either. Blue, blue sky and an extremely mild 20ish afternoon.

Today we went looking for Nuraghe. Never heard of them? Neither had we, but there are more than 7000 of them on Sardinia. Having had the full tour - in Italian - today, we are much better informed? Seems the original inhabitants of Sardinia built these structures in the Bronze Age as forts for protection and to control territory. The one we visited in the small village of Barumini was quite a sophisticated structure with multiple towers and a small village around its base.

The scenery in Sardinia has a bit of a familiar feel. Gum trees line the roads and some of the colours of the sweeping valleys have that brownish Australian tinge to them. Much less crowded than either the mainland or Sicily, the countryside, and the roads, are far easier to negotiate. Two days in, we like Sardinia.


6 December

SPECIAL EDITION

Understanding Italian Driving Rules

Last time, we promise! Italian driving...

Let us be very clear. Italians are excellent drivers. They have to be to stay alive on the by-ways of their great country. What we visitors all miss is the fact that these are Italian roads and Italian drivers can make their own rules.

Many years ago, they had a local rule regarding traffic lights. Red lights were just a discretionary warning that traffic might be coming the other way; zebra crossings were just an area where one's chances of being killed were marginally less than elsewhere and there was some chance that your estate could sue the driver who ended your life!
To be fair, these rules have changed. Now, almost all traffic stops at red lights and, even more astounding, nobody beeps two nano-seconds after the light changes. Pedestrians are relatively safe on zebra crossings as long as they are assertive and keep a close eye on anything that moves near them.

What one has to understand is that the rules relating to line markings on Italian roads are totally different to those that exist elsewhere. Roads in Italy have the following markings: solid white lines delineate the left and right margins of the traffic way; the centre of the road is marked by one of the following: a solid white line, a broken white line, a double solid white line or a solid white line and a broken white line. Not too different so far, is it?

Now here are the rules that 'officially' apply (must be 'cause everybody – including the Giardiniari - does it!) in Italy.
Solid white lines on the external margins of roads: - drivers are not to go anywhere near these, unless parking, in which case the passenger's side wheel may come within 1 metre of the inside of the line, or, if the driver is in a hurry, just the front wheels. (Nose in!) Then turn on the hazard lights!

Broken centre lines. These are to allow drivers to centre their vehicles on the road. Those with Mercedes vehicles are especially catered for because their bonnet ornament is specially designed to align with these markers.
Single solid lines are for non-Mercedes drivers. They may align either their driver's or passenger's side front wheel with these lines.

Double solid lines warn drivers that they are approaching a blind corner and that they should look for small monuments and bunches of flowers dedicated to all those who also thought this was an optimal time to pass.
Single solid line with a broken line – all drivers may pass. Only those on the solid line side need to look for small monuments and bunches of flowers. The others are probably Mercedes drivers who own the road
!

Thursday 4 December 2008

















2-3 December

Greeks

Yes we are in Sicily and Sicily is part of Italy, but the Greeks have had a long connection with this part of the Mediterranean. We try to avoid enormous detail about the places we visit in this blog, however, every now and then, a little detail becomes necessary.


Sicily, particularly its ancient sites, has been a real eye-opener for us. We expected something out of The Godfather, but what we have seen, while a little “untidy” around the edges, has been a 'go-ahead' region with a unique and well-preserved history. History is where the Greeks come in.


When we were young (er), another Greek invasion was in full swing in Australia, as well as other parts of the New World. In Australia, the new Greek population was extremely active in small businesses - fruit shops, corner stores and, of course, the ubiquitous Fish and Chip shop! This enterprising spirit goes way back. In the 7th and 6th centuries BC, the Greeks were spreading out across the Mediterranean, setting up trading colonies. In many areas, like Sicily, they were the first of a long line of settlers?/ colonialists?/invaders? who built towns, markets and monuments centuries before the Romans made this part of the world their own and thousands of years before the Turks, Normans, Bourbons and all the other 'come latelys'.


Sicily abounds with ruins of the civilization the Greeks established. Yesterday, in the Valley of Temples near Agrigento and again today at Selinunte, we were stunned by the extent of the Greek archaeological sites. Temples on the scale of the Parthenon were common on both sites. What was even more amazing were the extensive remains of the settlements that surrounded these temples. While Angkor Wat in Cambodia still is the winner in the ancient monument field for us, after the last couple of days, Sicily comes a close second!


Selinunte was notable because of the almost totally free access visitors have to the ruins, Unlike many other important ancient sites, one can clamber over the ruins here and walk right through the temples. Elsewhere, important people with whistles blast out every time someone strays too close to a monument – or dares to sit down!
Wandering about unrestricted amongst the remnants of houses where people lived over 2500 years ago sets the imagination racing. Not much is left on site of everyday life, but near-by museums have collections of objects excavated over the centuries. The one at Agrigento was particularly good and extremely well presented. Many bits and pieces have obviously been looted or souvenired over the millennia as many civilizations have called these sites home. Somehow though, the sense of the original cities shows through. For example, a cluster of ruins of small urban dwellings cling to the cliffs on the edge of ancient Selinunte, overlooking a small bay with a reasonable beach (by Australian standards) and with stunning views of the Mediterranean. On the other side of the bay today, similar, although probably far more luxurious, modern houses, enjoy the same natural wonders.


Over the past 2500 years, these ruins have been lived on and in by everybody from local shepherds and subsequent civilizations to allied soldiers seeking cover. WWII pill boxes still dot the landscape of coastal Sicily - a reminder of this most recent invasion.


A special touch today was that we had the total site to ourselves with the exception of a couple of Germans who disappeared after 10 minutes - and the 'temple dog' who took it upon her scruffy self to accompany us. After several wrong turns in our 5-6 km ramble, she had enough of trotting back and leading us the right way. We were abandoned!


1 December

First day of winter

From Modica to Agrigento was all we managed today, another short trip of about 150klms, with the sun truly belting down. The south-eastern coast of Sicily is a mix of rugged small mountains and fertile valleys, packed with plastic glasshouses producing everything from tomatoes to chillies. They probably have the longest growing season in Europe here, almost a full year!


Harvest is in full swing. Trucks and small motor-bike trucks, laden with produce, puttered along the highway at a pace that was even too slow for us. These broad valleys are extremely crowded and busy. As we reached the crest of each hill we 'oohed' at the clusters of, white, buildings and farm houses, scattered over the valley floor.


Seafronts of most towns are fairly deserted this time of the year, so we were able to find an alley way between beach villas to the Mediterranean for our lunch spot. Windows fully open to catch the breeze, it was hard to believe it was the first day of winter.


As we crested the last hill into Agrigento this afternoon, the reason for our visit lined the ridge in front of us. The Valley of the Temples. From what we could see from a distance, we are in for a great day tomorrow. Ruins of Greek temples glistened in the late afternoon sun, as Agrigento was a colony of Greece, established in the 6th century, B.C.


It is very warm here, even tonight. Since we picked up the van six weeks ago, we have had only a couple of nights when we needed the heater. Lucky, because when we are in a camping ground, rather than 'free camping', we can't always run the electric heater. Particularly in Italy, the circuit breakers are set to cut out at a level well below what our heater draws. Even the toaster won't work!!! We have the heater on tonight, even though it is probably 14-15C outside – it's washing day and we use the inside of the van as a giant clothes dryer. The only problem is we are in the clothes dryer with all our gear. Gets more than a bit hot! And humid!


We also have a gas heater, gas fridge and, of course, a gas stove. We have been very careful with our gas usage. We have had enormous difficulty getting gas on previous trips. This time, things are a little better. The van has a system that can be filled at LPG filling stations, just like cars at home. We have been testing the capacity of the system since we got the van, because we know that LPG is not available in Spain or Morocco, so we'll need to be able to run for 3-4 weeks on one tank when we cross into Spain. We filled up today after 20 days and needed only 10 litres. We figure we have a 20+ litre cylinder so we should be ok.


30 November

Surprising Sicily

A few days back we wrote about the “two Italys” - the wealthy and developed north and the poorer south.
Time for a rethink?


While Messina, our entry point to Sicily, was a bit run-down and definitely hectic, what we have seen of the rest of Sicily, so far, has been quite different. Smaller cities and towns seem to be doing very well – thank you – reasonable roads, ugly, but new, clean apartment blocks in the cities and the country towns seem to have done very well of late.
Today, our wedding anniversary, we took it relatively easy and chugged less than 100 klms to the beach town of Marina Di Modica. We didn't really mean to, but we saw a shopping centre outside the town of Modica, stopped in the hope of getting bread and ended up getting Paul's glasses fixed. (He had dropped them and broken an arm some weeks ago and they were driving him crazy. On the off-chance, he took them with him.) It was Sunday, and most of the mainland is closed tighter than a drum. Not here. It was all happening, well at least until 1:00pm – remember siesta.


After a complicated conversation with the optometrist who spoke no English, during which half the sales persons in the complex tried to assist her - and us – even resorting to using the Google language translator – we headed off to a Van camp we had been told about by people we met earlier on.


There was a Vietnamese clothing market (yes they are everywhere!) operating in the parking area when we arrived, so we parked on the beach for most of the afternoon, before heading back to Modica to pick up the glasses. We thought that a 5pm pick-up time on a Sunday was a little odd, but oh no. The world came to life after 5. This was outlet heaven and the whole of Sicily, or at least this part of it, shops here on Sunday evening!


Returning to the marina, we found the markets still in full swing so we parked up a side street until they packed up and left – about 6:30.


Tonight, Mediterranean pounding less than 20 metres away, in the company of Grey Nomads from most of Northern Europe, we can reflect on the difference between the stereotypical image of Sicily that we had before we came here. Images that are probably shared by many. Should we blame the “Godfather” image so closely associated with Sicily? Yes, there is probably still a high organised crime rate here and yes, there are still some pockets of poverty and, undoubtedly, areas where one shouldn't stray in the larger cities. But on the whole, what we have seen is just great. People are friendly, the countryside is beautiful and the beaches 'fair to good' (by Australian standards), but probably excellent for Europe.

29 November

Fish

Sicily is an island – obviously! So the Saturday fish markets in Siracusa, Sicily, are also, obviously, something to behold.


When we lived in North Queensland, we marvelled at the ability of the local Italian population to scrounge a a feed from the multitude of small fish and other creatures they dragged up in nets from the beach. Now we know. The variety of seafood that Sicilians eat is enormous, ranging from tiny crustaceans to giant swordfish and every other imaginable creature of the deep. We would have loved to have bought some to try, but with the heat as it is here (+20C) and our van's poor refrigeration, we couldn't take the chance.


But fish isn't all there is to Siracusa. Far from it. Siracusa has weathered more invasions than the variety of fish in the market - Etruscans, Greeks, Romans, Turks, Austrians, Spanish, French and the Allies in WWII, just to mention a few. All have left their mark in one way or another. For example, just around the corner from our vanpark, we came upon the ruins of a Spanish Mission style church that had been incorporated into a much more recent building.
Greek and Roman Amphitheatres stand side by side in the ancient part of the city, strangely named the 'Neopolis' or “New City”, a large archaeological park which includes the ruins of original Greek and Roman settlements.
The Medieval part of the city that surrounds the port is what we would call the 'old city'. Here, medieval buildings crowd in along narrow lanes that have also seen their share of invaders over the past 1500 years.


Now a sprawling suburb with apartment blocks interspersed with shops, the more modern 18th century Siracusa also has a certain easy charm. Life isn't all that hectic here – except between 12:30 and 1:30pm when everybody goes home for siesta! And between 3:30 and 4:00 when they all return to work!


People here are remarkably friendly. Walking along the street, you get at least a nod from passers-by and if you pass someone alone on a street and make eye contact, you generally get a “Bon Giorno.” - a far cry from our experiences greeting Norwegians on walking paths when they all but turned and ran when we said good day to them!
By the way – Yes. The weather did turn today as predicted and it was again sunny and warm. Who knows what will come next in a Mediterranean climate?

28 November

The Sicilian Mafia

Apparently, the Mafia still rules in Sicily. In fact, some commentators put the whole of Italy south of Rome under the sway of the Mafiosa. When you consider the history of southern Italy, its climate and geography, the notion of continued corruption is understandable. Once called the Mezzo Giorno (middle of the day) because the summer sun always seems high in the sky, southern Italy has always been the poor cousin. Such poverty and the strong family hierarchies that dominate, particularly in Sicilian culture, were bound to encourage the development of a patronage-based system like the Mafia.


How much of this is out there to be seen in Sicily? Frankly, not much. While there were more than 100 Mafia murders in Naples (not in Sicily!) alone in 2006, very little of this seems to impact on the everyday Sicilian. No doubt there is Mafia control of crime and corruption, but life seems to go on much as it does in the rest of Italy – although with a lot more noise! Horns, sirens and flashing lights fill the air, day and night.


Yesterday we took the bus from our camp in Giardini Naxos to the nearby hill town of Taormina. We had considered driving there yesterday but, after our Amalfi experience, we elected to let someone drive who knew what they were doing on narrow roads!


The weather was a bit average, with low clouds and only a few periods of sunshine. The scenery was still well worth the trip. Taormina was settled by the Greeks, who have always had a good eye for Real Estate. Their Theatre is one of the main attractions in this town that clings impossibly to cliff faces overlooking the Ionian Sea. Even higher up the mountain is the ruin of a Saracen Fort. Naturally, we had to climb to the very top of the hill to visit the fort. After probably the hardest climb we have ever done (AND we've done a few! - AND we are fairly fit after two months on the roam) we got to the top gate, only to find the Fort closed! To top the afternoon off, we missed the pre-siesta bus back down the hill and had to kill an hour so in a Pizzeria! Oh well. The trials of travel. It was GOOD Pizza!


For the initiated, Mediterranean Europe still 'closes up shop' for the siesta, every day from 1:00pm until around 3:30pm. Kids go home from school. Workers either head for the local Bar or go home for lunch and tourists roam empty streets, puzzled looks on their faces, rattling locked doors. Even small but crowded cities like Messina experience four peak traffic periods a day as streets are crammed with cars, double parked from about 12:30pm outside schools and childcare centres, while office workers jump in their cars and drive home for lunch. A repeat performance occurs at about 3:30pm every day as everybody goes back to work or school. Crazy stuff!
Tonight in Siracusa, a savage storm rumbles around us and the rain is pelting down. It rained heavily most of the morning and was blowing a gale all afternoon. The storm may be a good omen though. Last time we had this weather pattern was a week or so ago and the storm cleared to a few fantastically clear warm days. Here's hoping.

Thursday 27 November 2008







26 November

Sicilian driving temperament

Before we start, let's be clear. We love Italians. They are creative, gregarious, mostly friendly and welcoming. Sure, everybody has a bad hair day and you get the odd grumpy official in an office or cassa. But in general they are probably, as individuals, the most sociable people in Europe. Not only that, they are mostly understandable, even though we don't speak Italian – must have been those Latin classes in High School!

However, put them behind the wheel of anything that is self-propelled and they go crazy! The further south you go, the worse they get. In fact, in the north they have become extremely courteous and patient. Coming into Messina in Sicily today was a madhouse, only equalled in our experience by Istanbul and Saigon!

Lane markings mean nothing. Traffic lights are more a suggested course of action rather than mandatory. The horn is a device for the expression of frustration and pedestrians are simply potential collateral damage.

Despite the traffic and difficult signage, we finally found the Aire de Service recommended to us by a French Canadian couple we met last night. The park is specially designed for campervans and is packed with German 'grey nomads' who apparently stay here all winter. It has everything a campground has, but a bit more basic. The town is Giardini Naxos, about 50 kms from Messina, a beach resort, with now moth-balled hotels and a beach front (Lido) packed with bars and restaurants, again, mostly closed for the winter.

Their loss! It's warm, (22C) sunny and extremely scenic, with hill towns in the mountains behind us and the Mediterranean coast before us. Again, what more could you want?


24 November – 25 November

Amalfi shock


Waves break in the background as we cook dinner, perched 100m + above the beach in the small Calabrian town of Palmi.

How good does it get?

A horror day yesterday, when – against all advice – we attempted to drive the Amalfi coast south of Naples... in a Campervan. For those who haven't driven in Europe, it is difficult to describe the Amalfi coast road experience...? Imagine driving down your driveway, your driveway, not your street, in a cement truck, with cars parked on both sides - and confronting a council bus. Then add hairpin bends every 50m and other drivers, who all think they're Mario Andretti (including the council bus driver) and can cut the corners. On top of that, have crazy people stop in front of you and carry on conversations with others on the street. This goes on for 90kms.That's just about it!
NOTE: for the driver this was a blood-sweating experience, but for the navigator, it was all omigod! She just had to gulp quietly as even a “WOW” brought down the wrath of the driver! Especially when it was she who had suggested this might be a good idea.

Despite all this, it is a spectacular coast line. Sadly, we won't have too many photos to show how beautiful it was. Who can stop in their driveway with a council bus coming at them?

Last night we stopped behind a hotel in the small town of Sala Consilina. It was a free night but, as our wedding anniversary was looming, we decided to have dinner in the hotel restaurant to celebrate, rather than take a chance of being in a grotty motorway stop on the actual night. It was an interesting night, strangely reminiscent of one over 20 years ago in the mountains of “Old Yugoslavia”, when we had dinner in a hotel with the TV showing Disney cartoons in Serbo-Croat. Last night, it was 'Who Wants to be a Millionaire' in Italian. The food was just as average, the crowd equally 'interesting' and the overall experience unforgettable.

Braving the rough surfaced, non-toll motorways today was infinitely easier than the Amalfi experience. We crossed the Apennines in blazing sunshine. This is the good time of year in the south of Italy. Everything is green, it's warm and the olive crop is in full harvest. Traffic thinned to a trickle after Naples and the towns and small cities of Calabria and Basilicata were much more 'campervan accessible' than those further north.
So here we are, an hour or two off the ferry trip to Sicily tomorrow. It's warm again. Over 20C and bound to get warmer over the next week or so. We still wonder why southern Europeans close down holiday resorts in winter? Haven't they ever been to Scandinavia this time of the year?

Our first experience of Italy was over 30 years ago. Then it was almost Third World. North of Rome, there has been a spectacular change. Towns and cities are cleaner and the infrastructure is modern and functional.
We have never been this far south before and generally things are still a bit 'third world' here. Towns are dirty and dusty. Rubbish collection day always seems to be tomorrow and the whole country has a major problem with graffiti! The Autostrada are great. But get off them here in the south and you could just as well be in Bulgaria!
The woes of the south are often blamed on the Mafia. But the Mafia cannot be held responsible for the scenery, which is “Spectacular!” Mountains; towns; villages – all are amazing – big, rocky, clear (today), mostly green.


23 November

One month in

One month ago today, we picked up our van in Amsterdam. Adjusting to this lifestyle is not a problem for us after two previous trips and our caravanning life at home. There are always challenges though! Our fridge won't work on 240V and the gas heater has fallen to bits. Neither of these are a major problem though. We survive on relatively cool beer and we shop almost daily for fresh food. We haven't yet had cold enough weather for the heater to be a problem, although tonight the cold is creeping up through the floor!

Too much talk about how easy this trip has been thus far is only courting disaster. But we have had no major problems. Perhaps an old van like this has had all its problems worked out?!!!

Chugging diesel motors surround us tonight as we are parked for the night in a motorway services area 100 + klm north of Naples, along with the trucks. Every time we park in a location like this, cars seem to attach themselves to us. It must be a European thing? We can park at the far end of a carpark, almost out of sight of civilization, and little pesky cars will park within a gnat's wing of us on both sides!

Escaping Rome this morning was relatively easy. Just a few detours and we were on our way to Hadrian's villa, 30 km east of the city. Hadrian didn't skimp when it came to country houses. The ruins cover several hectares and some of it is still being 'dug' in the archaeological sense. We braved the mid-morning cold, 6-7C to be rewarded with a sprawling villa with some of the most magnificent 'ruins' we have seen – and we have seen RUINS!

Tomorrow we head further south to the Amalfi coast. We have heard that it is difficult to drive in this area in a camper: we'll see.


22 November

Walk 'like Romans do'

The ancient road along which Roman Legions marched in triumphant return to Rome still exists. Some of the road even has the original pavement along which chariots rumbled and sandalled feet marched, two thousand and more years ago. These great occasions were celebrated by monuments and arches along this grand route, the remnants of which can be seen today. All of this was about returning TO Rome in triumph. In our inimitable style, we unintentionally marched OUT of town on the Via Appia Antica!

Somehow we got confused at Quo Vadis, the church that marks what we now know to be the start of the 'home stretch' of the Via – towards Rome! Enthralled by the countryside, the road and its monuments, we marched on until we came upon the Catacombs of San Callista where they buried the popes until the 3rd century, at which time Constantine, bless his heart, decided Christianity was an okay thing to do. Then they dug 'em out and re-buried them under churches, “which you can see if you take our special guided tour.” They also buried 500,000 other people, mostly the rich and the famous – just so they had a chance at Heaven as well. The catacombs were open, so we did the tour and set off again.

As most people know, Roman roads are straight. So we expected to go straight back to the city. The road sure was straight - and long. As darkness threatened and the traffic noise was replaced by the mooing of cows, we asked a couple of wandering locals how much further it was to town. Pointing the direction we had just come from, they said “a very LONG way” - or words to that effect.

Never mind, with the help of a local, friendly Filipino lady (just what you'd expect on the Via Appia Antica!) we caught a bus, a Metro, and then a suburban train home.

On close examination of the map of Rome, we discovered we had walked almost to the International Airport – close to 20 klms from the city centre. Lucky we're fit!

In the morning we had managed to find St Peter's and wandered amongst the dead Popes. The queue to get into the Basilica would have been close to a klm long. It moved relatively fast, although not fast enough for some Italians who are so 'special' that they can simply walk through the klm long queue to the front. Nobody else in the crowd seemed to object to these queue-jumpers, so we just plodded on, secure in the knowledge that nasty un-imaginable things always befall queue jumpers at least at some time in their lives!

Talking of waiting in queues, what never ceases to astound us is the number of different languages one hears, waiting in line and walking the streets, reminding us that we are, indeed, in a foreign country. We are just two, talking our own language, occasionally to others who understand us, which is mostly comfortable. Yet we are in a world that has existed for centuries, - yes surrounded by people of many different nationalities like at home, but not like at home where we hold the higher ground. Here, we are the strangers – the dummies who don't understand the language – or the currency, and it's frustrating ... but still exciting.


20 November – 21 November

Roman Legends

'Rome wasn't built in a day'; 'All roads lead to Rome'; When in Rome, do as the Romans do'; and there are probably many more commonplace sayings in regard to Rome.

What can you say about the first of these?

True. Rome wasn't built in a day. Nor has it decayed in a day. But it sure is in a state of decay. The ruins of a three thousand year old civilization, in the midst of a modern day city that cherishes its history and culture is why people flock here. Nothing much has changed in respect to these ancient parts of the city since we first visited Rome over 30 years ago – nor would you expect it to. The Colosseum is still where it always has been and the various forums that surround it are still a wonder to stroll around and imagine what went on here so many years ago.

What is in a state of decay is the rest of the city. Big cities have obvious problems with infrastructure and services. But Rome isn't that big. With a population of 2.5 million, it would only be considered just 'medium sized' these days. Suburban trains are disgustingly dirty. Stations look like a war zone and rubbish is ankle deep in the streets on the fringes of the city. One interesting side light to rail travel is the segregation that seems to occur in carriages. Rome, in common with many European cities, has a growing population of north African and middle eastern people. When we jumped on a train at our local station, the number of dark skinned people was overwhelming. Then we noticed that the other end of the carriage was all white!

It probably still holds true that almost all roads lead to Rome, but which part? Heading for the Eternal City yesterday, we took the 'cheap option' – probably no surprise – and elected to take the free rather than toll motorway to the city from our overnight stop in a free park in the very nice little hill town of Chiusi, about 200 km north of Rome. The parking area was next to a school and was also the town bus terminal. Early morning call that morning!
Free motorways are probably the ones Mussolini built in the 1930s and they haven't been maintained since!

Campervans rattle and vibrate at the best of times, but we were shaken in more ways than one when we reached the outer ring road of Rome and what we thought was the exit to our camping grounds. Many parts of Rome have a new bit and an old bit. This was the case with the Via Flaminia where our camping grounds was located. We, of course – aided by our TWO nav-girls, headed for the original Via. One can quickly guess where the camp was! So, perhaps all roads do lead to Rome. But watch which part!

There is no question that the 'Latin Temperament' has given the world some, if not most, of its great artistic and design triumphs. The down side of this, particularly in Rome, is the 'Roman Way'. Arrogance is usually attributed to the French. What the Romans have is not really arrogance, but 'attitude'. 'Face' in the Asian sense, is a big thing to the 'Populae Romanae'. Capes and expensive coats, dark sunglasses and, of course, the best shoes, are mandatory to stroll the streets. One must be totally self-obsessed, control the footpath and talk constantly to one's companion, or, if lacking a companion, on a mobile phone, complete with hand gestures.

To walk in silence is just not 'simpatico!' From our observations, any three Italians walking together will comprise, one talking, one waiting for the first to draw breath so as to commence talking themselves and a third who is so frustrated that they have commenced a conversation on their mobile phone! For two walking together, forget the mobile phone. For one walking solo, reinsert the mobile phone!

Observations of the many levels of police on the streets illustrates this dramatically. You have Polizia Metropolitane, Carabinieri, Polizia Finanzia and the lowly, but beautifully turned out, Polizia Trafficano. Sadly, we have no pictures of any of the splendid uniforms worn by these officers, but they are all very grand. Boots, white sashes, multi-striped epaulettes and, of course, guns! No police vehicle of any kind moves anywhere without flashing blue lights and sirens. Citizens – and others - who transgress, are required to engage in dramatic and heated debates, complete with hand gestures and ever-increasing numbers of officers – on bikes and in cars!.

We observed a nasty jay-walker who was confronted by three Carabinieri near the Spanish Steps. By the time the situation had been resolved, another four, splendidly kitted-out, Carabinieri had arrived on BMW motorbikes, lights flashing, to assist in the process. This overwhelming weight of numbers, brass, boots, white sashes and, of course, guns, seemed to immediately resolve the problem and the guilty party went on his way with a stern finger waving.
Women police of all varieties require special comment. Never let it be said that a uniform couldn't be worn with style. All the girls have their hair out, way beyond shoulder length in most cases. They are beautifully made up and sometimes sporting large loop earrings. Just the thing for a down and dirty street fight. But they do have guns!
So - never attempt to 'Do as the Romans do'. You'll certainly be a poor imitation.

Just a note: we mentioned that we had only been separated by trips to amenities blocks prior to Florence. Well! The separation became much longer once we hit the Flaminio Camping Village, where the amenities are a wonder to behold. While both blocks have piped classical music, toilet seats that give instructions, EXTREMELY roomy shower cubicles, some with en-suite, the ladies' block also has a water feature and a “powder room” with stools, mirrors – both magnifying and full-length - and hair-dryers! What more could a girl want??


19 November

Don't mess with us!

The following towns are 'off the Christmas list': Siena, San Gimignano and Montepulciano. They make it so hard for Campervanners that we tried, but in the end, didn't bother. In Siena, for example, they wanted 20 euros ($A40) to park – for ½ hour or 24 hours – 20 euros! We won't be back . Pity, because we remember from last time it was a great place.


18 November

Alone in Firenze

Another great day weather wise, although a little cooler.

It's a very rare occasion that we go our separate ways when we travel in Europe. In fact, today is the first time we have been out of each other's sight (except for going to the amenities block!) in almost two months. None of this has to do with a 'joined at the hip' thing, or safety fear. We just mostly like to do the same things. Today though, Paul had had enough of palaces and high entrance fees! We'd done the obligatory Academia with the David, and the Uffizi, still one of the greatest art galleries in the world! The Pitti Palace was just one palace too many. So labour was divided between the supermarket and one of the great Renaissance Palaces of Europe.

Who got the better deal?

Monday 17 November 2008











16 November

Best camping location in Europe!

Nothing ever pans out as we expect. Following yesterday's successful detour onto country roads, we headed off into the mountains of Umbria and Tuscany today. Not a total disaster – the scenery was spectacular and again the weather warm and ... well ...Tuscan? What was difficult was the road. Eighty kilometers took us more than two hours. In fact, it took us all day to travel less than 200 kms.

All ended well, as we knew it would, because we were headed for the most spectacular location for a camping ground that you can imagine. Terraced into the hills below the Piazza Michelangelo is – yes – Camping Michelangelo. From the front gate, you get a panorama of all Florence. Last time we were here, we could see the Duomo from our camper window. The olive trees have grown a bit in the last 8 years and we had to stroll a hundred metres or so up to the Piazza just on sunset for the panorama. Makes the hard drive and getting lost in the 'burbs” of Florence all worthwhile! PLUS, as we returned from our showers tonight, we could see the Campanile lit up. How's the serenity?

A short comment on the advance (or not) of European bathroom culture since the Renaissance may be appropriate in this, the birthplace of the Renaissance. Some issues include: pay toilets, having to leave clothes outside the shower, picking up your toilet paper before entering your cubicle and, in some countries, putting used toilet paper in a bin in the cubicle! At least people don't spit in the streets or let their dogs poop on the footpath any more! AND are we the only people who shower or wash their clothes on this continent? Mind you, some changes have occurred in the world of bathroom culture – there are very few squat toilets left!

15 November

Italian weekends

Another sunny day and more laid back than many of our more recent days on the road. Because it is Saturday, there were next to no trucks on the road. As a result, our chosen toll-free lesser roads, passing through village after village, were slow, but far more manageable than week days when we are constantly sucking in our breaths as trucks (huge semis) fly towards us on roads only just wide enough for two small cars!

Rewards of travelling off the motorways can be significant. Today we 'discovered' the incredible walled town of Montagnana. Not a tourist in sight. No souvenir shop to tempt us - although we did fall for the gelateria - just a well-preserved, walled town that is apparently world famous for prosciutto!

We finished the day with 40+ other camper-vanners in a free campgrounds provided by the good citizens of Mantua (Mantova in Italian). Mantova was not a discovery for us this time; it was in the guide book.

Those who remember their Shakespeare would know that this is where Romeo hid out from the Capulets. It was also the birth place of the Roman poet Virgil and its spectacular Romanesque Basilica has the blood-soaked dirt, collected from beneath the cross and bought here by the centurion who pierced Christ's side at the crucifixion. (But we still haven't found St Stephen's left hand? - see previous blogs)

So much history, a nice sunny day - and a beautiful town as well! How's the serenity??

Sunday tomorrow, so we hope to have a peaceful day on the road to Firenze.


13-14 November

A Sunny Day in Venice

As the wind howled around us and the few other crazies camped on the sea front at Fusina, just across from Venice, we were sure Venice would again disappoint. Just metres off shore, Queen Mary sized ships churned past, blocking the sky, and the wind, plus rain, has made it almost impossible to hear inside the van. We have visited Venice twice before, the last visit over 20 years ago! Memories have been disappointing for the male member of the party, who likes his sunshine, but the female member recalls exciting delves into unknown alleys with 3 children in 1987. The last couple of days and nights have again promised, with dark foreboding, another visit to Venice in foul weather.

But it was not to be. This morning, the sun had already burnt off the early morning haze as we boarded the ferry for the 20 min trip to Venice.

Neither rising damp nor global warming is having real impact on Venice. Last time we were here, St Mark's Square was dry. However, with this morning's high tide, water lapped at the doors of shops and houses across the city. No problem! All the good citizens do is drag out knee-high walkways and troll on above the water. 'Real' locals walk about in 'wellies'.

The audio guide we downloaded from the web described the city as in a state of 'gracious decay'. More apt would be 'classic decay'. Venetians have made an art form out of presenting their city and in the bright late autumn light today, around every corner was a photographer's dream.

Just wandering the city streets would have been enough on a beautiful day like today, but devoted tourists that we are, we 'did' a couple more churches, the Peggy Guggenheim Collection (housed in her home on the Grand Canal) and the Doges' Palace. So interesting to peek into the lives of people who have influenced the world as we know it today. And the many shops with their masks and costumes remind us of the exuberance and magnificence of life in previous eras – at least for the upper classes! After all, Casanova did his philandering here, AND spent time in a prison cell such as the ones we saw today, as a result!

We have shown great restraint in this blog in not commenting too much about the price of things. Mostly, with the exception of Scandinavia, costs have been comparative with home. Venice has been an exception. The 20 min ferry trip from our camp site to the city cost $20 return each. A trip on the local ferry would have cost us A$10 each to go a few kms. Sadly, there was no ticket machine at the stop where we boarded and the attendant on the ferry was more interested in chatting up some chick than in taking our money. We tried! Never mind, our consciences are clear. A couple of cold squares of pizza and a small beer in a very average location cost $20. Guess that evened out the free ferry trip? Entry fees were over $20 each for the Doges' Palace. Ah well, we didn't come all this way to sit in our camper!

12 November

Soy flavoured knickers

It may sound kinky, but, whenever we do a hand wash in the van and then cook dinner, the clothes smell like 'dinner' – spag-bog sox, honey soy knickers... you get the idea? Goulash bras have to be smelt to be believed!

Slovenia continues to surprise. Even the very average weather today couldn't spoil the beauty of the Julian Alps in the north of the country. The small town of Bled, situated on an emerald green (on a good day) lake, was quiet today. In summer, it apparently 'jumps'. We were happy with the autumn version. The spectacular castle, 100 metres above the lake, was a bit of a slippery climb on this damp day. But as usual, we had done it the hard way. There was a car park at the top of the craggy hill that we had scrambled up. Never mind. We had the experience and the exercise of the walk, while the slackers who drove just had the warmth and comfort of their cars! The castle has been the seat of the Bishops of Brixen (South Tyrol) for 800 years and was well worth the climb.

We continued to the Bohinj area, less touristy than Bled. The emerald colour of Lake Bled became more obvious as we neared Bohinj Lake. Every time we crossed the Sava River, we marvelled at the colour, but there was never a place to stop and take a pic!!

We had planned to stop at a “Services” not far over the Slovenian border into Italy. But things don't always go as planned. The “Services” was on the other side of the motorway and the next two that we encountered were chockers and/or impossible to notch ourselves into. Anyhow, here we are, much closer to Venice than we anticipated, but warm, clean and washed. What more could we ask?

11 November

What is a Slovenian?

Entering Slovenia in the dark, we missed our opportunity to buy a motorway vignette to allow us to use Slovenian motorways. All is good now. We bought the vignette as well as euros at the Services we camped at, so we could safely negotiate Slovenian motorways. Just in time too! Not too far up the highway from our stop, the toll booths began for trucks, while we, with our vignette, could sail blithely through.

The strangest thing happened today. A supermarket would not take our money! We dropped into a METRO on the way out of Budapest, aiming to spend our forints on stocking up the van, but, oh no, you cannot shop in this supermarket, sir, unless you have a METRO card. Never mind, a few kilometres down the road, we found another supermarket which had no problem with accepting $400 of our dollars so we could stock up on cheap necessities to last us for, we hope, most of our trip.

Remembrance Day seems to have passed almost unnoticed in Slovenia today. This booming little country of about 2 million people is far too future-focused to get drawn too much into the past. One of the most successful of the old Soviet block countries and definitely a star amongst the states of the former Republic of Yugoslavia, Slovenia seems to be just a 'notch' above its larger neighbour, Hungary in its development. Simple things like good signage, and clean streets and higher prices! - are indicative of the slightly higher standard of living here. Unlike Hungary, Poland, Czech Republic and others of the 'new Europe' group, Slovenia has met all the conditions necessary to operate as a Euro currency economy. Thank God! Dividing everything by 135 was a pain in Hungary. With the Euro, it is basically two A$s to one Euro. And from here on, we won't need to exchange currency until we get to Morocco, so Janita misses out on the excitement of spending that last ore or krone or forint and Paul is spared the pain of watching her do just that.

Slovenia claims to be one of the most homogeneous populations in Europe with Slovenians making up almost 90% of the population. Given the to and fro of peoples across this part of Europe for thousands of years, it is not clear to us just what it means to be Slovenian? Without lifting the lid on the cesspool that is Balkan nationalism, one still has to wonder how would anybody know what an ethnic Slovenian, Serb or Croat really is! In like manner, what makes a Frenchman (or woman!)? Probably only language these days. It's all an absurdity that Australia has never really had to deal with. If you live there and generally subscribe to the values of the country, go through a naturalization ceremony and you're “in”! Wonder how one becomes Slovenian?

With uncharacteristic ease, we found our camping grounds in Ljubljana and were settled in time for an afternoon in the city. What a surprising place! A relatively small city, Ljubljana has a sophisticated, yet relaxed “class” that we had not expected. The old city is well preserved and full of outdoor cafes (complete with blankets for the cold-blooded). This is a university town and obviously so. Young people flood the streets in the mid-afternoon, filling the riverside cafes and coffee-shops. The city has a good happy feel to it. Perhaps the tourists haven't taken it over yet?


9 -10 November

Van Life

After our disastrous attempts at finding a campsite the night before last, we found our new Budapest campsite relatively easily in daylight and spent two nights there. Water was only “hot” in the mornings, after the fire had been lit but, to compensate, breakfast was “free”. We ate dinner in the “restaurant” last night (chicken breast fillets and chips) while our washing was done (in their personal machine?) at the back of the kitchen - 1000 forints [nearly $8] please. Never mind, the owner was very nice and accommodating. As opposed to her (husband?), 'laughing-boy', who spent his day smoking and scowling at everybody who came his way. How 'Eastern European macho!”

Walking, walking ... most of our second day in Budapest we walked. Who knows how many klms? We guess at least 20. But what sights we saw! And what hills we climbed!

The Buda side of the Danube is dominated by a high ridge that, for obvious reasons, was settled some centuries BC. Who knows what actually remains of old Buda? Some of the medieval town has been restored but, given the Russian assault on the city in 1945, it's a little unclear what is original. But it is all interesting and quite spectacular. Our poor planning left us with only enough bus/tram/metro tickets for two trips, one in, one back. So we walked most of the day and climbed the cliffs above the Danube twice. (Just for kicks!)

Woe betide you if you jump on a Budapest bus/tram/metro without a ticket! Inspectors are everywhere. Yesterday we counted 12 at a Metro station, waiting to pounce on the unsuspecting. It would probably be cheaper to install some sort of electronic system? - What they have now is exactly what was in use when we visited Budapest eight years ago in the shadows of the communist era – a primitive validation system that punches your ticket as you board the bus/tram/metro. The system can be easily subverted, but why would you bother at less than $2 a trip?

Sadly, our last day in Budapest was one of those steel-gray European days. No rain, and not too cold, but very hazy. We broke our long walk with soup at a cafe beside the Danube. Interesting stuff! Liver soup and noodle soup. Don't knock it! Try some. Very nice.

Today, on the other hand, was clear and sunny. We left our suburban Budapest camp and escaped the city traffic relatively easily – apart from getting lost again! With Hungarian cash to spend before heading for Slovenia, we did a mega shop at a large supermarket before hitting the brand new motorway south - a beautiful road with very little traffic. We planned a free night on the motorway again, but new motorways just don't have services areas. So we drove and drove, ducking into Lake Balaton on the way. As it was off season, there wasn't much open along the lake, but we found a couple of nice spots to look over the waters on a pleasant, sunny day. Finally, we found a Services before we got sucked into the vortex of Ljubljana, although things were looking rough for a while! AND we didn't have the vignette (sticker on the windscreen that indicates you have paid the highway tolls.) These are required in Switzerland, Austria, the Czech Republic, Slovakia and Slovenia. Saves the messing around that we had in Norway, but we are a little concerned tonight as we are suddenly in Slovenia and there is nothing but bare motorway and bare countryside ahead.

Oh yes – van life: This is our third campervan trip to Europe and we have a caravan at home, so much of the mysteries of van life have been exposed to us by now. One never knows though? We've previously described 'the van' as a biosphere. And that's probably not a bad analogy. Water, Gas, Diesel and food goes in. Grey water, rubbish and human waste goes out. And you move forward! So far we are doing much better than we have done in the past in balancing these inputs and outputs. Water is relatively easily acquired at campgrounds, waste water is just dumped beside the road as we drive (shock-horror) LPG gas has been fairly easy to get – so far; diesel is no problem and, as for human waste, you do what you got to do!

Sunday 9 November 2008







8 November

St Stephen's body parts


After our unscheduled night tour of Budapest last night, we spent the night in the carpark of a hotel attached to a motorway stop. Having had a nice dinner at the hotel, we felt justified freecamping in their carpark.

Hungarians are a proud people with a long and glorious history. Nowhere is this more obvious than in the City Park of Pest. From Attila the Hun to the unknown soldier from WW1, the glories of Hungary's military triumphs are celebrated here. We happen to know ('cause we looked it up) that per capita, Hungarian losses in WW1 were the highest of any nation.

Things have improved significantly in Budapest since we were here 8 years ago. However, the big city ills of dirty streets and beggars on the way in to tourist stops such as cathedrals – how crass? - seem a little more prevalent than in other cities.

We were delighted today to find more body parts of St Stephen! His Basilica in Pest has the Saint's right hand. (See photo) Yesterday we saw his skull and a few other body parts in Esztergom. There is a whole chapel devoted to his hand in Pest. It's a bit dark – but never mind, if you deposit 200 Flt (about $1.50) a light will come on so that you can see the hand of the saint who died in the 9th century. Our search will continue for what is left of Stephen.

There were a lot of Australians around the city today, including a couple cunningly disguised as Chinese. To no avail. As soon as they opened their mouths, their accents gave them away!


7 November (Friday – we think?)

Some things change?

Hungary is every bit the modern European state. Flash motorways (a few), shopping centres and malls (many!) crazy drivers – fewer - and almost the same 'feel' as the rest of Europe. Far different to our last visit in 2000 when we were never game to leave our van unattended and clutched our bags tightly to our chests on the streets.

What hasn't changed in some areas is the number of young ladies who dot some of the the highways at regular intervals. Now, they might just be waiting for a bus. But the bus must be going to a fancy dress party! We suspect that the oldest profession has not yet been adjusted to the “EU Brussels “standard.

Gone, though, are the horses and carts, old women on village streets with bundles of sticks on their backs and the mysterious people with wheelbarrows? (You'll have to read our 2000/01 diary). In some ways, country villages still hold their charm. Houses are much neater and in better repair; streets are less dusty but, other than that, most rural towns and villages are still much as they have been for hundreds of years.

Yesterday, we left Vienna and headed for Sopron, a little pocket of Hungary that, in 1921, voted to stay in that country, while the rest of the area went to Austria. How bizarre! Whatever, it was an interesting town to wander through and, thanks to Janita's great mathematical skills, we now have a squillion Hungarian Forints to spend before we leave, after withdrawing a king's ransom from an ATM, simply by adding an extra zero! We also tried to check out the Esterhazy Palace, but, unfortunately,we arrived on the wrong day. It opens Friday, Saturday and Sunday only from November 1, and yes, we arrived on a Thursday... afternoon. Paul was not as disappointed as Janita as he is a little “palaced-out.”

Our progress towards Budapest was leisurely and peaceful today. A couple of nice towns, Gyor and Esztergom, filled most of our day. Gyor has some lovely old streets and an interesting cathedral, but we were surprised to see a skull and a few other bones on an altar in Esztergom, the ecclesiastical capital of Hungary. We love the gorey stuff! The Cathedral in Esztergom is the largest in Hungary and poised dramatically on a hilltop. Spectacular! Despite an unscheduled dip into Slovakia, yet another wrong turn, our day remained positive – blue skies and temps about 17 C.

HOWEVER ... all turned dramatically sour as we hit Budapest on dusk, on what we still suspect was a Friday? After several wrong turns in heavy traffic, no thanks to the highway signs, we finally found our camping grounds – closed! Great! So, with no other option, we headed off to find a motorway to freecamp. Sounds easy? Not so. After an hour of unscheduled night sightseeing in central Buda – and Pest, (both beautiful by night by the way!) we finally edged our way through heavy traffic on to the M1, backtracking towards Gyor and a free motorway stop.

We have often commented positively on the value of motorway and even general street signing in Europe. Today, Budapest proved us wrong. Hopeless! Even the locals were lost!

Tomorrow is another day and we will attack Budapest again – this time in daylight!