Trip Start Jul 30, 2007
25Trip End Nov 2007
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JENN - Drove to Pescara today which involves crossing the country west to east with a few mountains in the middle. We head off and Rob and Tom Tom have their normal disagreement which means, I ever faithfully listening to my beautiful boyfriend went the wrong way, we turn around and Rob takes the wheel before we even leave Sorrento, its hell being the passenger and he is shocking. We get to the freeway unscathed, stop and I drive the rest of the way to the camp as rob didn't sleep well last night. The site is at the top of a hill (again Italy likes to make your arrival challenging) with fabulous views over the Adriatic sea. Its low season as of today and you can tell, barely anyone around. We went for a drink at the bar and restaurant which looks like it could hold 200 in the inside alone, and we were the only ones there. There is a great pool with stunning views we will have to utilise as well as a shuttle bus to the beach from the site
10/9/07 Day 42
JENN - Sun is shinning, more people leave and it feels like a ghost town. I am delighted with this and pack up my bag, throw on the swimmers and off we head to the campsite pool for a private swim and to soak up the sun alone. We find out why we are alone, because as of today the pool is shut as there isn't a life guard to watch us!! Most annoyed we walk back to Nelly with Bluey (a stay ginger kitten which follows Rob around like a puppy) and contemplate going to the beach instead. There is a breeze and the bus isn't for a few hours so we sit in the sun closer to home and relax for the day. My belly still doesn't like Italy and will be glad to hit Croatia with the hopes that a new country means a settled belly, 2 weeks is more than enough of these shenanigans.
11/9/07 Day 43
JENN - Today we head off to Croatia but not until 2100 so we plan to stay until the afternoon before heading off. As our neighbours leave it is us and one tent left as far as we can see. We talk ourselves out off doing a recce of the route to the port as Pescara is a port city so it must be well sign posted and anyway we plan to leave 3 hours ahead of time and the city is only 15 mins away. In the early afternoon other plans are put aside as the wind really kicks up and it starts to rain in earnest. The calm Adriatic sea becomes a surfers paridise and we worry about the ferry crossing as it is the last one of the year, if its cancelled or problematic we have to drive back north and decide what to do then. We pack up early and head off in the light rain. Our laziness haunts us as not only do we hit peak traffic and it takes us nearly an hour to get into Pescara, its now dark and continues to rain which doesn't help our navigating. We pass through Pescara and the tension is rising, we have another 90mins before the boat leaves but am unsure about customs e.c.t. and so far not one bloody sign for the port, though we find the station easily enough. I get rob to stop and I hop out, phase book in hand and head to a café to ask someone, it took us an hour to get from one side of Pescara to the other, if its back where we are started the panic will rise. I ask nice handsome young man who looks kindly confused at me, I eventually just point at the phase book and smile at him.... Porto... Porto he says. Ummm yeah I guess so. Rapid Italian and hand pointing I thought I had the gist and head back to Rob. We turn around and head the way the man told us, only to see signs for the port every bloody 50 meters coming from this side into town. We arrive within 15 mins, Rob gets out and paces around, still tense but the booking in and people are easy and friendly. Rob comments that the nicest Italians we have met are the last ones and we wait to board for a 10hour overnight ferry in cattle class. Rob chats to a kiwi who is travelling for 2 months with his partner and just happens to be the only other occupier of the campsite we left, the tent, so there are not even any ghost's left now. We go through customs and police and with only about 12 other cars drive to get on the ferry. Italians, never making life easy make you back onto the boat, not easy with a caravan, a moving boat in the dark with 12 Italian men yelling instructions. Finally an English speaking man approaches, shoves his hand in the car, grabs the steering wheel and steers while rob controls the speed. Easier and they are happy, I have come to the opinion that most Italian drivers believe they could have been a F1 driver if given the opportunity, so everyone had an opinion and theories on how to achieve this, anyway, we made it on. Went upstairs and shown to a large room with what they called aeroplane seats. These were big and with reasonable leg room, and as it was almost empty we ended up using 2 rows of 4 seats, getting some sleep before arriving in Split at 0700