With neither of our on-board girl guides able to offer a sensible non-motorway route over and through the Brenner Pass, we were a little more apprehensive about today’s journey than usual.
We depart Oberammergau engulfed in mist. Just as we’d arrived. The earlier promise of something better gone in a puff of smoke.
Intermittent and poor mobile connection not expected in Germany. Once over the Brenner Pass and into Italy we’ll expect better. We needn’t have worried. Mrs S (AKA girl guide number 3) and her finely honed Moroccan map reading skills, steer us well clear of motorway fines. The B182 a dream. Typical Tyrol treats around every hairpin bend.
Once over and into Italy, these northern parts still very much German. Road signs in Italian and German. At our lunchtime stop, the SPAR check-out lady greets us in German, then changes to Italian when she realises we are English! We were making good time so decide to extend today’s journey. Head into the Dolomites. Switch back to Missy. She repays us by having a tantrum. Loses her bearings completely. Sends us cavorting up a wiggly and narrow one way one in four. You’d think we’d have been taught enough lessons by now. One day . . . perhaps.
‘Camping Toblacher See’ our home for tonight. It has to be the best ever. At 40+ euro per night the most expensive too. It’s a fantastic centre for walkers and MTB’ers. We build up an appetite with a lakeside lap.
