Day 12 - Cinque Terre
27.07.2012 - 27.07.2012
Moving again. Tom and I had pizza leftovers for breakfast while mum and dad had croissants. Wrong country, but hey.
Packing was long and tedious and included some roof box wrestling. As we learnt when it exploded on the M25, its best not to overfill it. Even though we started at eight, it took two and a half hours under the beating sun to finish and we were all hot and sweaty when we’d done. We set off for Levanto, a town near the Cinque Terre area. Dad was sad to leave Orta – he’s made it official that he wants to live there in the future. While simultaneously living in the New Forest, Devon, Gordes and Umbria.
The drive was the shortest we’ve had yet – four hours or so. We ended up driving very high up along the coast, winding roads up on a cliff face. Dad did very well, ignoring his fear of heights and was very proud of himself. When we reached Laevanto we couldn’t find the campsite. We went into a different one and finally got directions from the tourist information. The site is rammed – there’s tiers of tents and rows and rows of caravans. Luckily we have a quiet, shady spot.
After putting the tent up again, we decided to go out for dinner. We trekked around the town on foot for at least forty minutes before finding a pizzeria to do the trick. By then we were all tired and ravenous, and the meal went down well. Back to the site a the tiny bar by reception had the Olympic Opening Ceremony on, so we watched while mum and dad had some ameretto. Went to bed straight afterwards. Tiring but good day.