Tuesday - there is a path along the coast to the east (actually home) Even though after the disappointment last year from the repaired gerdarmerie we have said that never again, it pulls us again to Saint Tropez. We have a huge gypsy camp, which is a lot in France and we park at the harbor. The charm of the gendarme after the adaptation to the museum is there, but we will not forsake our traditional pizza right next door. Unfortunately, instead of the aisle full of platans, there is only a marble paved burning area and a stand with French beer in front of the museum. Another swimming in the sea on the way and another camp on the coast, this time at Saint Maxime. Here, after unpacking, we find out that our neighbors are, again, Czechs again. The evening sitting at the wine changed our plans for another journey. Every time we ride up to Brenner around Genoa, we roam the way at a campsite on Lake Garda, but this year we will try a new way through Livigno.
Wednesday - In the morning we start swimming in the sea before breakfast and last year's swimming in the sea just outside Nice overlooking the city. Then continue around Jan to the north to Milan to Lake Como and end at a short distance from Lecco. There is another cultural shock here - local Camping on Lake Como recalls the Czech gardening colony in the 1950s. Old and some of the ruined huts and unbearable trailers, slapped anywhere, more like a slum than a camp. Unfortunately it is too late and paid, so we stay in the morning. Eventually we were lucky, we found new showers and toilets around the corner, you were desperate at our lying.
Thursday - breakfast and fast off. Hurray direction to Livigno. We're trying to swim in Lake Como to replace Garda, but we're on the windward side, and a far more daredevil climbed into the water. Even the water temperature is not worth it, Garda is Garda. We run around the lake and we are again in the Alps and again in Switzerland. We climb to the Maloja Pass, where we have a snack with a perfect view and go down to Saint Moritz, where we have enjoyed last week. This time around the city we turn to the other side (right) and drive along Bernina Express on the other side to Pontresina. We stop at the view of the glacier and continue to ride along the tracks. We occasionally watch the train. In the saddle of Passo del Bernino, we almost walk left to the left and because we do not have a trailer we can go to Livigno. Here we are not surprised, we are in the duty-free zone and the price of diesel is half of the price in Switzerland, which we left unconscious a few kilometers ago.
There are about 10 gas stations here, but the same price everywhere - would a cartel? We refuel, buy alcohol (the Czech Becherovka is a third cheaper here than in our country) and we still go down along Lake Lago di Livigno. A barricade is waiting for us on the dam, and since the borders between Italy and Switzerland are still intertwined here, we are pulling out our passports. The lady in the kukani laughed and explained to us that she was not a customs officer, but a toll collector for passing through the tunnel. Twenty points in wonder, but it could have been much worse - a little behind the toll booth we enter the tunnel. It is narrow for one car, 3,5 km long and still down a fairly steep hill. Janinka says: "Where does it go in the opposite direction when only one car can fit here?" "By the side tube. I don't want to meet anything here and back up the hill," I reply with a laugh. I got sweaty on the way out - it was just one tube and fortunately they had a red one against us. I didn't notice at all that we were going upstairs on the green. Again, we are in Switzerland, which we are just passing on the famous route to Austria, passing Landeck with a nice campsite and arriving as far as Grainau, Germany. The camp is quite good, we are used to the fact that in mountain resorts there is more practical gravel due to snow. Here we found a restaurant with Slovenian service, so the food is made to order, because we will arrange it perfectly. We go to bed early because in the morning we have a trip to the Zugspitze, the highest mountain in Germany.
Friday - we have a little trouble getting to the cable car. They have it badly labeled here.
Finally, we arrive at the parking lot, where the attendant warns us that he can miss us, but the cable car is out of order.
It's bad luck because it's an absolutely clear sky and we do not have to get up.
We go home, we only go to Bad Tolz where we have been looking for a lock in error, and because history is never enough, we are building on Přimda. In the evening we arrive home.
A few insights from the way:
- France is a country of thousands of roundabouts and millions of lashing lanes.
- Perhaps every bigger village in France has a camp.
- There are no boards in the toilet in 99% - they sit on porcelain and you can get used to it. But I was still looking forward to going home.
- Campers in June are 90% retired, even in tents. Yeah and most of them smoke.
- Camping prices in June are reasonable (we paid between 6-27 Eur per night), but in July it is flying up and in August even higher.
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