With a fond farewell to Rome, we joined the frantic highway travellers and headed north to Florence. Almost at once, I realised that Springy wasn't being her normal, cheerful self. Any speed over 90km brought on a very bumpy ride reminiscent of the roads in the eastern bloc countries. Pulling over to a highway mechanic, they pointed out her front right tyre was fatigued and needed replacement. An hour and half and 170 Euro later, we were back on the road and looking for the night's lodgings.
The ongoing problem with camping sites is the GPS, camping guides and local signs generally don't match up (that would hit us badly the following day in the next post). I had a camp site programmed in from the GPS that seemed to be around the area we wanted to stay for the night. As we left the highway, Dee saw a camping sign with a pool next to it and insisted we go to that one. At this point in time, I didn't really care where I went and started following the camping signs and turned off the GPS. And we followed the signs. And followed the signs. We eventually arrived and thanks to the language barrier we told the pool wasn't for us. Then it was for us but you had to pay an extra 5 Euro each. Then I saw it was just a deposit when others returned their swimming dog tags. The girls then found out the swimming caps that were mandatory had to be purchased from the bar. It was just frustrating but at least I have a fabulous white and purple swimming cap that probably won't be required in any other pool in our journey and/or lifetime.
Although the site was very helpful with providing an address of a business that specialises in servicing campervans We decided to visit them early the following morning before heading to Pisa.
The ongoing problem with camping sites is the GPS, camping guides and local signs generally don't match up (that would hit us badly the following day in the next post). I had a camp site programmed in from the GPS that seemed to be around the area we wanted to stay for the night. As we left the highway, Dee saw a camping sign with a pool next to it and insisted we go to that one. At this point in time, I didn't really care where I went and started following the camping signs and turned off the GPS. And we followed the signs. And followed the signs. We eventually arrived and thanks to the language barrier we told the pool wasn't for us. Then it was for us but you had to pay an extra 5 Euro each. Then I saw it was just a deposit when others returned their swimming dog tags. The girls then found out the swimming caps that were mandatory had to be purchased from the bar. It was just frustrating but at least I have a fabulous white and purple swimming cap that probably won't be required in any other pool in our journey and/or lifetime.
Although the site was very helpful with providing an address of a business that specialises in servicing campervans We decided to visit them early the following morning before heading to Pisa.
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