Day 22 lucca

Today I got my first real taste of Italian drivers, they are an animated bunch. This was one time when my "stay off the main road" theory failed. I was stuck in traffic for about 2 hours along Italy's version of main beach in Florida (there are worse places to be stuck in traffic on second thought)

I get to the walled city of lucca, hire a bike and have a little look round. Its a very pretty city with loads of places to check out, also it's not very busy which is a nice change)

I find a campsite with a pool ( thank god as it's 34degs ) and for dinner I have my first Italian pizza. It sure beats dominos.

Tip. Don't park under a street light, makes sleeping a bit harder.

Song. Uptown top ranking. ( great for beach street crawling)

Day 21 5 terra again

I hook up with an American couple and head off to hike the 5 terra path. 5 terra is 5 small villages that hang to the side of the cliffs overlooking the med. The walk takes about 5 hours, we had to go a different route for as there had been a landslide.

It's very beautiful around here, but very hot walking in the midday sun.

For dinner I go to a little restaurant not far from the campsite, its run by a grumpy old lady who is more interested in her dog than worrying about customers( the sign above fido says " no touch my dog") all is forgiven as the food is amazing.

Tip. If you sleep with the windows open, make sure you have insect repellant.

Song. No music today.

Day 20 5 terra Italy

So I dropped tess off at the airport last night, and drove to find a place to park for the night. Driving I came across a fun fair/festival, I parked and went to check it out. It had a load tents that contained bars and a bunch of food stands. Great. So I went and got a beer, the guy handed over a half pint and didn't ask for any money, strange, no one was paying for the drinks. Over at the food tent I got a north African dish ( Marselle has a big north African influence) again totally free. I must of missed the place where you paid for the entrance. I sat down at one of the long tables with the 300 odd people to watch the live entertainment. The band came on, said something in French, everybody stood up and watched as the bride and groom had the first dance.

So I've just crashed a French wedding, a massive French wedding. Suddenly it seems so obvious, everybody was dressed nicely(not suits but smart) and I'm in flip flops and shorts. Quickly I finished dinner and got the hell out of there.

Today was spent driving from Marseille to del marina just north of the 5 terra national park. It still amazes me that you can drive from one country to another in a few hours.

Tip. No such thing as a free beer

Song. The Foals. ( good driving music)

Days17,18,19 Provence

A very joyous reunite with tess on friday,And we head down to Marseille. I've booked a hotel room, not sure if tess is ready for sandshoe style sleep. So it's a posh hotel and a fancy meal ( not baked beans).
After a very welcome sleep in a real bed we head to avignon for the day, it's very pretty here. We see the sights, and miss lunch time, then head off to Bonnoux( this is where Ridley Scott filmed a good year). It's is a truly beautiful part of the world. What a perfect place for a perfect weekend.

Tip. Go to Bonnoux, amazing!!!

Song. Bad Madonna medley sung by a French gipsy band.

Days 12 - 16 West coast of France

I know it's a little lazy putting a whole group of days together, but hey it is a holiday after all.
Plus it must be said the last week has defiantly changed me, I'm in full holiday mode.

The summary of the last week has been a lot if surfing, drinking and pimping noodles( that's not a typo).

I convoyed up from San Sab, with my new kiwi mates, to just north of bayonne in France. Found a site and got some boards.

All in all a very good week. Tomorrow I'm doing the big drive to marseille to pick up tess from the airport. Can't wait.

Tip. Baguette and tin spaghetti is the bomb!!!

Song of the week. Anything by the eels I'm reading his bio at the mo.

Day 11 San Sebastian

Awoken to the sounds of children laughing right outside the van, I go and investigate the source of amusement. Sure enough it's sandshoe, the multi colored paint job has a group kids snapping away photos and generally being intrigued. One particularly brazent kid fires off what I assume is Italian, and pointing to the van's rear. He wants to see the kitchen, Europeans are a strange bunch.

Got to a very pimp campsite on top of a hill ( it looks more like wales than spain) overlooking the bay of biscay, and luckily getting a site. I then meet up with some kiwi teachers, here on a surfing( drinking) trip.

We all hit the town and had a large one, very funny night.

Tip11 get to campsites early in the summer they go fast.

Song of the day. In the jungle. ( a crowd of about 30 people drunkenly singing it a 3am in the town square)

Day 08 ( for real this time) The Med

Today was spent watching the slow rolling wave's of the med. The 8 hour journey really made me appreciate air travel, yet at the same time I desperately wanted to go sailing again.

Getting of the ferry I was glad to find that sandshoe was where I left her, after a reluctant start, I was back on the road. The road however I was on seemed very strange, loads of unnecessary bends and turns. It turns out the I had accidentally ended up on the Valencia grand prix track.
All the shops where shut so I chanced dinner at a little shack type restaurant. The local special was rabbit paella, and it was amazing!!!

Tip08 don't judge a book by it's 70's style decor.

Song of the day. We are Sailing. Rod stuart