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We had a relatively quiet start to this morning as our walking tour did not start until 10.30. This gave us time to shower, pack, breakfast, vibes mums ( mum S was not answering) and Bethany. It is lovely to hear some news from home. We arrived punctually as that's how we roll and the guide did not turn up. A few others were there waiting as well. We gave up and decided to do it ourselves as we really only have a short time until the train leaves at 2 .05 pm. We went to ...
... of Scottish Salmon marinated in tandoori spices served on lemon rice and Bresse Duckling Breast. No way can we fit in dessert, but Christopher tempts us with a Rocky Road Concoction and Poached Meringues with an Orange Sauce and more Moet. Tell the pilot to hold the plane.
But he doesn't and soon calls us to get on board through our own boarding gate. There is only one other first class passenger (there are eight pods/suites). Just when you think you ...
We had decided to take the Ferry up to another village on the lakeside, but actually arrived at the Quay in time for an earlier ferry. So we ended up catching the 9:10 ferry to Urio. As we climbed on board, the rain started, and as we cast off, that rain changed to horizontal, so we abandoned to top deck to go downstairs.
Luckily when we reached Urio the rain let up for a while. The only cafe near the dockside turned out to be a restaurant, despite having "cafe" written ...
Well obviously, if you're going to drive in Italy on the first weekend in August, you need to be going north. That was lucky!
Having finished packing up the car with what seemed to be three times as much as we brought with us - how come it fit getting here, and doesn't on our way back? - we added a trip to a supermarket to fill up with cheap booze and Baci chocolates - ah that explains it!
Marco turned ...
... and like the Magi we follow it. No manger at the end but rather the tollway across the alps and toward Italy.
The weather was bleak so we drove by a number of famous cols but couldn't see them.
You know you are in Italy when you are overtaking a truck at 130 kph to have lights flash in your mirror as a BMW approaches at super luminal velocity and insists that you get your **** out of the way.
We arrive in Milan and our ...