Friday, 11 July 2014

Day 59 and 60 Our last day in Southern Europe and then to Denmark

Day 58  Southern Germany - A big Kayak , 15 hours of sun, Weissbier .....a great day


It has been 8 weeks since we were in Germany right at the start of the trip. In mid May it was cold and raining, today the sun is shining on the van before  6 a.m. and I am up early to go and sit by the flat calm lake.

Chiemsee is a pretty large lake ( maybe 8km across) with 2 islands of real interest  - one with a Palace built as a replica of ‘Palace of Versailles’ and the other with 1400 year monastery and a small village( with bars ) . As we set off in the Kayak the wind starts to pick up such that the 2km to the first island is hard work. The lake also has hundreds ( no exaggeration) of boats on it...sail, motor, launch, steamer, row, pedalo......and the sail boats need some navigating through as they do not like to change course.

We head slowly around the larger island and then over open water to the smaller of the 2 where we leave the boat and start on the Weissbier ( white beer) and some food. Charlie is bored at the table so decides to busk with his bottle of bubbles; lots of smiles, no cash but he is not deterred.

The island attracts loads of visitors and the steamers are in and out from the piers every 10 minutes...with the wind behind us we head back over to the large island and then back to the campsite . With the Kayak we are able to take a sneaky peek at the 1000 m long ‘Grand Canal’ which was built from the Palace to the open lake...they did things properly in those days

A 12 Km paddle by the time we got back with swims in the lake to cool down  - top day indeed.





Day 59   Germany is a big country but 1100 Km on their motorways and we make it to Denmark.

Calm evening on the Danish east coast - water surprisingly warm
We need to leave early the following morning as we have 1400 Km to do in 2 days to get to the top of Denmark. We should be in bed early but we eat late, drink late and go to bed late.


We are on the road by 07:30 and other than 4 fuel stops and a short break for lunch we eat up the Km on the motorways at a steady 110 Km/hr arriving at a campsite at Genner Strand on the Danish Baltic coast at 8 pm. If Austria appeared neat then Denmark take it another level.
The campsite pitches are manicured to perfection with neatly trimmed box hedges between each of them. We have gained 30 more minutes at the end of the day and the sun set is beautiful.







Day 59         Prien (Chiemsee Lake) (D)                                                     0 Km Total 7781 km
Day 60         Prien (Chiemsee Lake) (D) to Genner Strand ( Dnk)    1099 Km Total 8880 km













Tuesday, 8 July 2014

Day 57 and 58 Austrian Alps - Wild camping at 7300 ft, building snow castles and total silence


Day 57 Austria - Glaciers, large rodents and muddy tracks

By 08:00 it was already hot but we were packed and gone by 09:00 and off towards Austria. I had read beforehand that the ‘Grossglockner Pass’ at 2530 m ( ~8000 Ft) was the highest road in Austria and following my crushing disappointment back in May in Romania in finding the Transflaggaren pass ( Voted No.1 Mountain pass road in Europe !) was not yet open this one was not going to be a must.

This was my first time in Austria and it does not disappoint. It is difficult to describe other than to say it just is immaculately presented.  Wherever you look the verges are neat, the fields tended to, not a jot of litter in site nor a pile of rubble ( Albania could learn from this !)

It’s a Mecca for bikers, both with an engine and without. We passed a group where one of the motorbikes had run into the back of a car on the approach to the pass – grim..although he wasn't that badly hurt.

The 8Km long glacier
one big Marmot ( over-size rat)  - one pensive boy
What was a small surprise was the 34 Euro toll and it wasn’t until we got to the ‘big’ visitors centre ( and there are many on the route) that I was to understand why.....The pass was the idea of some entrepreneur who built it solely as a ‘grand’ tourist attraction back in the 1930’s; 1.2 million people now visit it each year.

It’s pretty damn good as well – it is as my earlier comment on Austria, impeccably turned out and maintained, information boards, stop offs, visitor centres aplenty on all sorts of stuff  - and full of really interesting stuff on the glaciers, rocks, animals, the building of the pass itself....I love that sort of stuff.

We watch the cyclists as they toil up zig zag after zig zag, and we also witness the elation of a few as they get to the top;  I’d love to give it a go one day.

The glacier is as impressive as the road itself.  We are often down to 2nd gear in the van and the radiator fan is on too much but it does cope  - Charlie cools it by chucking snow balls through the radiator and I fret because I think he will hole it with a hidden stone ! I am an old man indeed.

|Ibex spotting
The tunnel at the top
We look for somewhere to camp and it is not until we pass through the short tunnel at the very top of the pass and start to head down the side that we sight a rough, but fairly flat, track that heads off into a corrie. We are still above 7000 ft amongst the fast melting winter snow, we take the van down it and park up.

The pass is closed to traffic in the early evening and so the noise of motorbikes soon disappears and the mountains go very very quiet apart from the shrill shriek of the marmots( Huge rodents bigger than rabbits) which are all around.

Susan spots an Ibex ( large goat/deer ) on the ridge above us

We make tea, learn to ‘wash up’ using snow and sit outside as darkness falls; it is very peaceful and really nice to just be the only one there. We go to bed late, the rain starts at midnight and the pink lilo clamped over the hole in the roof thankfully does its job again.

Snow castles when there is no sand
Wild camping is the very best whether you are in a van, cycling or just walking in the hills – my best nights camping ever ( if you are allowed to say best ever ?) was kayaking around the isle of Jura up in Scotland where we wild camped 3 nights on the trot without seeing another soul. This was Susan’s first night ever and it was a more than successful dry run for Iceland......scepticism is now all gone

It is raining when we pack up in the morning and I am really pleased I spent a good 30 minutes or more the night before cutting drainage ditches across a particularly deep mud section of the track where we almost got stuck. The track is wetter than the night before and I approach it at speed with the can slewing all over the place and the back wheels spinning;  we get through but again only just ...not sure what you would do up here if you get stuck and I know I must change the balding rear off side tyre if we are to maximise our chances of not getting marooned when we get to Iceland.

We drop down and out of Austria, have breakfast in a cafe and the wifi tells us that tomorrow is going to be a perfect weather day in south Germany.

We have 1500km to do in the next 3 days to get up to the north end of Denmark to catch our ferry to Norway,  however both of us are not up for spending a day in the van in the predicted heat so we decide to postpone the start of the long drive by another day and stay south. A quick search on ‘best places to go in Bavaria’ and we soon find a lake just over the border ( Chiemsee Lake) with a  few campsites, a couple of hours later we are installed in an almost German only occupied campsite right on the lake. 

Evening on Lake Chiemsee shore
It has tiny camp pitches and it’s a bit of a bun fight to get a good one as the site is near full...toilet roll is provided, but not as convention would have in the place where you need it....the toilet. It is required to be requested from 'Reception' as the rolls are otherwise apparently stolen ( bizarre indeed) , showers are charged at an additional rate and the owner has a sign that states ‘ No Wifi here, instead, chat and get drunk’ .........the contrast from last night in the Alps is stark.












Day 57 Bled ( Slo) to Grossglockner Pass ( Aus)                                 220 km         Total 7624 km

Day 58 Grossglockner Pass ( Aus) to Prien (Chiemsee Lake) (D)     165 Km       Total 7781 km

Back to 'Western' europe after 2 months away

Tomorrow we head into Austria and return to what was traditionally referred to as ‘Western Europe’ after 7 weeks in Eastern Europe, Turkey and Greece. The differences between ‘east’ and ‘west’ are in no doubt reducing and it would have been interesting to have made this trip 20 years ago to see just how much change has occurred.

I don’t think much about the EU when I am at home, I’m pretty certain most of us don’t  – you hear much complaint about just how much money we pump into Brussels but the facts as to how much, what it is used for and whether the UK really benefits from being an EU member state I have not educated myself on and am ignorant to;  I don’t know who my MEP is and can’t remember when I last used my EU election vote. Oddly enough, the Outer Hebrides in Scotland is one of the few places I have tangibly seen the benefits of EU money investment in our infrastructure; the EU flag proudly displayed next to single track roads being straightened or widened to 2 lanes or a next to a new causeway between two islands.

The growth of the EU state on mainland Europe and its ‘normalising’ impact is very much evident far beyond just the removal of border posts...add to it the Euro, large company globalisation (supermarket, phones, cars, McD’s..), ATM’s, chip and PIN, the internet and the old west/east and,to a degree, country to country distinction is dissolving away.

Slovenia has the Euro, a loaf of bread or a beer costs the same as it does in Germany as does a litre of fuel; all decent size towns have large supermarkets; they drive Citroen, Audi, BMW, Peugeot, Fiat, Fords; they have croissants, baguettes, round loafs and square loaves in the bakeries; James Blunt is playing in the bars; French Cotes de Rhone, Chilian Red and German Riesling sit side by side with a Slovenian wine in the wine shelves and I still remain surprised and embarrassed as to just how many can speak English.

If you were dropped unknowingly onto a Slovenian street corner and asked where you were then I think you would need a little time to work it out. When I went to France on holiday as a kid 90% of the cars were a Renault, Peugoet or Citroen, bread was long and thin, you couldn’t buy a bottle of wine from outside France, they had their own currency ( Franc), you got your cash by waiting for Monday morning to queue in a bank with your travellers cheques and they had their own supermarkets chains. It wasn’t that every other person was riding a bike around with a beret, striped top and a ring of onions around their necks  but it was pretty obvious that you could only be in France and France is in western Europe.

Of the 17 countries we have seen to date Albania is the country least ‘Europe normalised’ and wins by a clear head with Romania/Bulgaria behind. Buying a bun for breakfast in an Albanian/Romanian bakery was often a lottery – The English language doesn’t get you that far so arriving back at the campsite with a bun hiding a sausage or a banana or packed with brown prune paste is not a surprise. Oddly and partially stocked Mini market after mini market is where you shop, coca cola is not the leading cola brand nor is it sold in every shop and large supermarkets are only in the very large towns.

My parents have recently come back from a holiday in the Shetland Isles. Lerwick (the island capital) now has a large Tesco’s and they are about to start their normal van delivery service. The Shetland isles are large and there are many of them and for those living in the outer isles this service will be seen as an improvement – convenience, choice, cost....however there will be a different cost to small businesses, local shops and the community as the shopping is ordered on a laptop or i-pad at home. 28 years ago I spent 3 months living and working in the Shetlands – Lerwick had one average Co-op, local shops did the rest and those in the outer isles lived with little mainland Shetland dependence.......you knew you were living somewhere very different from the average UK town.

What we have been privileged to see in Europe over the past few weeks is all too similar, albeit on a larger scale, to what we are seeing at home in the UK and no doubt what is also going on in every EU member state. Some of each country’s individuality is being lost but just as Lancaster may now have a ‘Cornish pasty shop’ a pasty in St.Ives in Cornwall will always beat it hands down as does proper quality beer  in Germany  or CZ ( which is fantastic).

The EU flag is ever present in the ‘east’ and also the rest of mainland Europe. Perhaps it may be more so in those countries who have joined in the later waves, and it is often seen , capturing equal importance, flying next to their own flag. 

It will be fascinating to come back in 10+ years, do it all again, and see just how it has all moved on.


Monday, 7 July 2014

Day 56 Bled, Slovenia – Kayaking, swimming and drinks in perfect weather in a perfect place.

Day 56   Bled, Slovenia – Kayaking, swimming and drinks in perfect weather in a perfect place.

The early morning mist that filled the valley had burnt off by 10 am to reveal a perfect blue sky. We packed up and drove the short 20 km down to Bled and were re-installed by midday.

Guide book weary words they maybe when it comes to descriptions, but Bled lake is one of those locations that has everything and on a pretty much windless day with clear blue skies it made for a perfect day.

The lake is just over 2km long and a little less wide; it has an Island ( with bar J) , an impenetrable castle perched on a rock outcrop 100m above the lake, green clear water warmed to 26 deg C by thermal springs and a superb all round Alpine mountain backdrop....it has  it all.

We spent the rest of the day on the lake in or just out of the kayak. 

Charlie was going on about jumping in and then all of a sudden he was stood up and launched himself into the lake requiring an about turn for the pick up and drag in – more jumps followed.

the 99 steps
diving over the boy
We call in at a bar near the town and in late afternoon we stop at the island on the way back, climbing the 99 steps to the church where you can ring the ‘wishing’ bell for a few Euros. The crowds are dying down but the people watching remains top quality as we sat outside with a beer and an ice-cream.

There is a mixture of those who grandly arrive by ‘gondola’ who are led to the church, souvenir shop and down the 99 steps but who are clearly on a timer, to those who row or kayak across to that small number who wander around dripping wet in speedos or a bikini ,sometimes clutching a 3 euro air bed, after  their daring ½ mile crossing.

Being on and in the water is so perfect that it is one of those afternoons that you wish would never end.  Within 30 metres of us there are vans, caravans or tents from UK, Slovenian, France, Finland, Sweden, Germany , Italy, Spain, Netherlands ( surprise surprise), Belgium, Czech, Poland  - An as we have pretty much found along, if you don’t speak the native tongue ( Slovenian on this occasion) then English is the next choice whether you are a Swede, French, German etc....

Going dark over the lake


I had seen the lake beforehand on TV when I have watched the world rowing championships but my neurones needed some help making the links to remember it – the 10 m spaced 2km straight lines of discreet small yellow buoys that make up 3 wide lanes across the full length of the lake were a big clue.

Day 56 Bohinj (Slo) to Bled ( Slo )                                                          21 Km          Total 7404 km

Thursday, 3 July 2014

Day 54 and 55 White Lipizzaner Horses, goodbye to the coast and onto the Slovenian Julian Alps

Day 54 & 55 the Adriatic coast runs out after 3 weeks and we take 2 trips into Italy in one day


No rain in the night so our bespoke lilo cover for the absent skylight is not tested. A morning swim and a few final lengths of the large swimming pool and we are off.

We have followed the Ionian and then the Adriatic sea up the coast for the last 3 weeks - 800 miles in total through 7 countries. The North Sea in Denmark is our next coast but that is another 7 days away. First the Tom Tom leads us to an unplanned but welcome brief visit to Italy en route to Lipica.

Since the early days of planning our trip a visit to Lipica ( Slo)  to see the white Lipizzaner horses at the stud farm was on Susan's list. This was that
day.

I am not a big horse fan since Whitby (circa 1975) when a donkey ride on the sands on a school trip didn't go to plan as it took off at full speed towards the sea with me clinging to its back. This compounded by another 'bad donkey experience' in Zennor ( again in the mid 70's) in Cornwall when the mad beast rampaged down the street towards me necessitating an immediate 'about turn' to avoid certain death. Susan however rode horses every week for 10 years plus and her now annual trip to the Burleigh horse trials each year is up with a trip to a far off Scottish island is for me.

The foals are all brown, grey or black and have been inbred over the centuries such that between 4 and 10 years old they nearly all turn white ( actually light grey); just 2 % do not change colour.

A tour of the stud farm is followed by a 1 hour performance in the arena and it is pretty impressive what they can do with the stallions and I am glad I have come although I still don't really get the horse thing.....We leave late in the afternoon and turn to the Slovenian mountains after another brief 30 minute drive through Italy. If you look hard when you see a border sign there are some interesting signs of faded decaying border posts.
Souvenir for C - A £7  stuffed white horse. 
We arrive late in Bohinj to a campsite that actually has grass - our first since Romania some 5 weeks ago. The Julian Alps are lush and green after many weeks of arid country.

We decide to stay here a couple of nights and Charlie makes a Slovenian football friend 

We spend a quiet day in the Bohinj area on the campsite and take a cycle ride to the lake to watch the trampoline diveboarders. The lake is boarded with high mountains with snow still lying in the North facing Gullies. The valley floor is very Alpine with piles of cut wood for fuel, hayricks, hay fields that come right up to the roadside and perfectly tended vegetable areas area. It is truly beautiful.
Mad - dont trust them !
Up through the Julian Alp hills
After so many weeks in the heat some re-acclimatising is needed. Mainly the altitude but also the gradual shift northwards in latitude has seen the temperature drop by only 5-10 deg C. However the long trousers are out in the evening and the sleeping bag has been used for the first time since the end of May. We always marvel at how people who live in hot countries seem to wear far too many clothes, or lots of black, when we Brits are in just shorts and a T-shirt; I think for the first time I understand why.



Day 54  Ankaran ( Slo) to Bohinj Lake ( Slo )   174 Km     Total 7383 km

Day 55  Bohinj ( Slo )       - cylcing only                   0 km      Total 7383 km

Wednesday, 2 July 2014

Day 52 & 53 - The I-phone gets a proper bath and our Van sky light is lost when we hit warp speed.

Day 52 & 53 Goodbye to mum and dad and off up northwards into Slovenia



Van roof before June 29th
Van roof as of now......
Spot the difference..........our roof skylight is no more, ripped off as we hit our peak speeds to date. Late in the afternoon and in baking heat, we said our sad goodbyes to my mum and dad at Split airport and headed off again further up the coast taking the motorway for the 1st hour. With a good tail wind we hit 125+ Km/hr  down the hills and it was no doubt at these outrageous speeds that the flimsy domed perspex skylight finally had enough and parted company with its frame.

It has left a 16 " square hole in the roof. OK in the sun, not so good in the rain as we were soon to find out. When camping, we raise the domed perspex cover by a couple of inches ( when it was there !) to keep the inside of the van cool at night and also when cooking in the van; it has the luxury of a mosquito net below it. With the perpsex dome no more, we now have a supremely efficient vent but no rain protection....

It's different when travelling, as the mattress for the upstairs bed ( that Susan and I use to supplement our own memory foam mattress down below) sits right underneath it so you really can't tell that the dome is no more, well not until it starts to really rain hard as we were soon to learn,

04:30 a.m. Monday - the underside of the  roof skylight of the van
It was windless with clear skys when we went to bed, just a few hours later and the van was swaying in gale force winds with the night sky flashing with the fast approaching thunderstorm. The rain came quick and our response had not been adequately planned for....a bin bag was hastily laid on top of the hinged down mosquito net which we then lifted to jam the bag in position. The torrential rain then channeled into the bucket and pans strategically placed beneath whilst the bag flapped madly aorund in the wind; towels soak up the water that 'gets away'

The storm passed by within an hour and we awoke late. As I peered out through the curtains I could clearly see Susan's I-phone sat under 2 " of rain water collected in the well of the chair. I shot out and lifted it out pathetically drying the outside out with a towel. Susan is not happy.... ' why did you leave it out ?'....I am taken aback as it seems it is clearly my fault that her phone is now no more....... 'Why is it my fault ?' ........'well you were the last one to use it'. It all comes back to me, she is right, I used it late to call Tom and Jack., it was me.

Boy eating breakfast in the van boot
The phone is buried in a kilo of basmati rice and placed above the fridge compressor (the warmest part of the van) and I cross my fingers that the rice will do the trick and draw the moisture out and somehow it will work again.

The day before we had travelled further up the long Croatian coast and over the bridge to the pumice stoned island of Pag. 60 km long and no more than a few km at its widest it is a barren place, lots of salt pans, some cheese making and an occasional area of vines but little else.


Pag Island
The campsite is someones back garden and had just 5 pitches but was right by the sea - our french neighbours had been coming there for 30+ years with only a few years break during the Yugoslav war. Next morning we resume our journey on up to the north of the island and catch the 20 minute ferry back to the main land.
The skys then open and we drove on as the rain water soaks the mattress and spills down into the back of the van.

We spend our last Croatian Kuna and cross into Slovenia, our 4th and final ex-Yugoslav state. Slovenia led the way back in the early 90's to becoming an independent country without conflict  - it was the most prosperous of the 'Slav' states and joined the EU back over 10 years ago adopting the euro as its currency. Its a small country and has only 30 miles of coastline and it was to this that we headed camping in a massive campsite just 2km from the Italian border

It has a ten pin bowling alley, funfair, restaurants and a 50m length Olympic size swimming pool.

Set only 2km from some vast industrial port it's all pretty hideous but it seems to pull tourists in from all countries.
The i-phone is liberated from its day long rice bath and unbelievably ( and thankfully ) it all seems to work. The i-phone 5 clearly has improved waterproofing than Apple's previous products. The airbed bought for the pool at the house comes in handy and is installed over the open roof hole with the aid of a few clothes pegs...we will be dry tonight if it rains.

Funfair gets a quick visit before bed
We had arrived late and although there are rules for everything (e.g. only 2 pool visits a day) they are liberal with their BBQ rules ( most large campsites around the Med. forbid BBQ's due to the fire hazard)  and so we flash it up for a top notch meal as the sun goes down.



Post Script.....The loss of the skylight is much like driving around Albania wrecking the rear brakes with the handbrake still on - self induced and all down to my human error. The van does not have the luxury of a 'skylight lifted' warning light much as it dos not have a 'hand brake on' warning light for if it did we still would have a sky light. Some 4 weeks ago back in Turkey we rocked up at a petrol station after our 1st 50 km of the day and I saw that it was at some weird angle with 2 of the 4 catches broken; I had driven off with the flimsy sky light up. It did return to its closed position but not with its usual positive 'click'...from then on I suppose it was only a matter of time


Day 52  Trojir ( Cr) to Dinjiska (Pag Island)  ( Cr)        158 Km         Total 6958 Km

Day 53  Danjiska ( Cr ) to Ankaran ( Slo)                     251 Km         Total 7209 Km