Day 38. Friday 7th May.
The smell in wang has become intolerable, the soaking carpet is living a double life as a fungus farm, the wet dog looks as though she belongs to Wurzell Gummage and we are wetter than as Otter’s pocket.
Every day in every way everything was just getting a little more wet.
So we flee Tuscany and head south to Latzio and Roma, we will just have to catch up on our way home.
The drive south was promising, lots of breaks in the clouds and flashes of sunshine. By the time we hit the Roma rush hour it was damp and miserable and yes RAINING.
Italian driving, don’t get me started, its never the main event it is in the Uk. Its something they do while they have a fag, fix their hair, or chat on the phone and all the while gesticulating like they have an invisible orchestra to conduct. Lanes exist to be ignored; indicators lie idle while they weave about like midges on a loch side.
Anyone in front is treated as a mortal insult to his or her moral standing and you must be passed at all costs.
In a queue of traffic on a motorway someone, undertook someone else, undertaking us, on the hard shoulder!.
The site in Rome, on a bend in the river Tiber was lovely and very well shaded by mature trees.
Great restaurant with generous portions of good food, we will return. Just like the Rain, Rain, Rain.
The smell in wang has become intolerable, the soaking carpet is living a double life as a fungus farm, the wet dog looks as though she belongs to Wurzell Gummage and we are wetter than as Otter’s pocket.
Every day in every way everything was just getting a little more wet.
So we flee Tuscany and head south to Latzio and Roma, we will just have to catch up on our way home.
The drive south was promising, lots of breaks in the clouds and flashes of sunshine. By the time we hit the Roma rush hour it was damp and miserable and yes RAINING.
Italian driving, don’t get me started, its never the main event it is in the Uk. Its something they do while they have a fag, fix their hair, or chat on the phone and all the while gesticulating like they have an invisible orchestra to conduct. Lanes exist to be ignored; indicators lie idle while they weave about like midges on a loch side.
Anyone in front is treated as a mortal insult to his or her moral standing and you must be passed at all costs.
In a queue of traffic on a motorway someone, undertook someone else, undertaking us, on the hard shoulder!.
The site in Rome, on a bend in the river Tiber was lovely and very well shaded by mature trees.
Great restaurant with generous portions of good food, we will return. Just like the Rain, Rain, Rain.
