Departing Tuesday, August 18, around 9:30. To Strasbourg. Smooth ride, Innsbruck, turn left and take the Fernpass, trudge up the mountain and stopped in a lay-by immediately after the pass. No time to ask why there was no parking for the whole area, as it seemed created to support the tourists, who appears out of nowhere we had to leave the Polizei sprechen. I obviously knew that we had to fly only with us as other foreign cars parked were not relevant to them, I approach a child who vomits and emulating I understand that there was no need to approach, so as to discourage them and let them go their own way. Happy with the result, to avoid other problems, we move forward a couple of miles and we continue to cook tigelle without problems.
shipped proceed in the direction Ulm, then to Strasbourg on a highway a bit 'worn out and very busy.
in the late afternoon we arrive at the camping de la Montagne Verte (N 48 ° 34,549 'E 7 ° 43,068'), which of course is full of Italians. Most of the campers Italians are instantly recognizable because they belong to a breed apart, which however do not consider myself part. Unlike the other campers in fact the European average Italian sports a caravan of at least 8 feet, top floor, registered in the last 12 months, ultraaccessoriato, satellite dish, etc. etc., but is almost turns out to be rented. The other peculiarity of the motorhome rental and more, is that if the pitch is 40 square meters, the camper really needs at least 200 square meters, because it must be placed 3 tables, 2 sunshades, 12 chairs, 3 chairs, a canopy from 50 square meters, as well as a fleet of scooters tricycles children bicycles and boats, as well as children because normally goes on vacation cousins, neighbors as well as dog and cat canary. No time to think that's what turned the corner in fact run into five campers Italian occupiers area equal to one quarter of the camp, with the driveway turned into a soccer field.
parked and looks like a chubby baby in a cartoon Roman tells all his trip rome-ventimiglia-eurodisney-Strasbourg, detailing every aspect of the trip including the number of cookies eaten at breakfast and the number of urine taken during the trip . Then like a good Italian "average" looking with our eyes half-compassionate California (type of tuna) and says "we ciabbiamo the rivviera giitttii seette meters eeehhh .... we looked at ventimilllia Tuutti with ddue oooccchi cosssìì." Luckily her mom called him to report for dinner before the muscles in my hand start to come alive.
spend the whole day for the next visit to Strasbourg, the heat is not indifferent, but using the classic tourist train and then ride on the boat, we can see the whole city in all the remote corners. Carina the city, a great festival of the half-timbered houses, all in all enjoyable and worth watching.
The trellis for the uninitiated is a technique used to build houses, where a skeleton of wood is mixed with parts of masonry, which are both visible from the outside, forming a sort wall in the form of "pie".
More than a tart but reminds me more of a sign that I leave the elastic-band-crushes-abdomen of my costume after a day at the beach.
spent the night again in the same camp the next morning and we are moving in the direction of Obernai. We park outside the walls and we enter the center, which is totally invaded by the market. Here too, the usual festival of lattice, which begins after the third day a bit 'to simmer, as the strap of the costume. Fortunately, to make sense of the morning we find a good kebab along with the beer does not help to combat the heat.
It's hot, really hot, we move towards Ribeauville, then Hunawihr where we visit the Stork. The heat and the murderess kebab starts to work, the production of cholecystokinin is skyrocketing and I decided to take a nap on a bench, right next to a fence with hundreds of storks. Mollo family that gathers around the pool admiring seals, otters and penguins are domesticated by name dips in turn. I sleep great for 10-15 minutes and then a stork leaves the nasty fence and starts beating his beak a few feet from me, to repeat, not a little annoying. I get up, time to stretch a little further and see a stork chewing a pink cap like that of my son. Better control, I check if I'm still asleep and if it is a dream, but when in doubt, start the pursuit of stork which has no intention of giving up the booty. After a brief chase the evil bird gives up, and better control to see if he was really involved in the turmoil also my son, the rightful owner of his cap. I do not find, reject the hypothesis that the stork has eaten the baby, then realized that the cap is not even that of my son, give up everything and go back to otters and penguins.
After visiting and we head towards the castle of Haut Koenigsbourg, about ten miles. Let us again to Ribeauville, and given the abundance of timber-framed shot straight towards the castle. We park and we realize that the castle is on top the hill and it takes 15 minutes walk. We visit the castle, very beautiful, so beautiful that it seems fake, like a movie set. In fact, we end the visit and the last room displays the photos of the reconstruction of the castle in modern times, starting from the few left standing stones were then erected a magnificent castle. Too good to be true. A perfect butt, but nice.
It 's almost time for dinner, we aim at Mulhouse, since bad weather is expected for the next day. The wife begins to show signs of slowing down and starts ranting of hotels, spas and the like, things unknown to me as perfect for each camper that goes back to the manual of the young marmots. I put the mp3s in the car accelerates to shovel and get right to the campsite for dinner I'll Camping de Mulhouse (N 47 ° 43,930 'E 7 ° 19,371'), which is practically empty, and occupies a secluded plot with a few acres of soft green grass, everything at our disposal. I shower and fell in a notice published so badly that even with translate.google.com you get these results: "the bulldozer SPIANIATRICE Voletta USE AFTER THE SHOWER !!!".
I think to myself that a dictionary would be useful, but observing the state in which I was leaving the shower I am seized with pity for the cleaning lady and got the appliance or not starting to clear water in the direction of the hole the floor (obviously clogged).
The next day we visit the museum first car and follow the train museum, both very beautiful, particularly the spectacular steam train.
After the tour we take the motorway north towards Colmar and find the camping site (N 48 ° 02,564 'E 7 ° 17,989') Des Trois Chateux ("trois" I am always feeling not knowing the exact translation .. ..) We take advantage of the evening we visit Eguisheim still long and that is a 5 minute walk. Again, the usual festival lattice, here particularly intense, but enjoyable again.
The next day we reach Colmar is a few miles and parked right in the middle. Except that now leaves the lattice indifferent to all of us, if not to renew some itching in the area elastic, long walk in search of the famous "petit venice" that comes down to being a mere channel seminavigabile and three bridges over it.
In the afternoon we decide to leave France to reach Freiburg in the Black Forest in Germany. In the approach, however, we pause to make coffee, and take advantage of them near a field of corn I plunder for the happiness of my children that with this new toy and then remained silent for hours.
find room for the night in a rest area about twenty minutes walk from the center (N 47 ° 59,979 'E 7 ° 49,562'). The area, very quiet close to a large park is rather crowded, but given the minute size of our campers decide to enter. And here is a very kind lady, but it looms there in 8 seconds 400 words in English. Given our limited buffer in terms of understanding, agreed that certainly he had finished the sentence with "... help you?" Let's pretend I understood everything and ask for availability for a night without electricity. The "siùra" € 7 pin us and invites us to park anywhere we want. Adjusted for
well we prepare to walk to the center. Freiburg is a very interesting city, is practically an open university, a large university town where the population is younger on average. The center is a mess, the roads are wide affollattissime of people doing shopping, as well as local and all the shops. And this triggered the operation
shin. It 'is well known that in France you do not eat crabs a good (although I must say we defended well Alsace), and tired of this bad habit-awaited day to eat, "German." I say more, it was so premeditated that we started already from Trento with half a local address in Freiburg. To avoid mistakes we had also indicated by the "siùra" the equipped. So in our "around the sas" to Freiburg, we have the opportunity to make a soppraluogo to find a suitable place expected to consume the meal. I look at a map of "siùra" and realize that the X value is roughly the same spot that corresponded to the directions taken by my wife via trento a colleague regular visitor to Freiburg.
Simple no? We follow the map and find an abandoned shop. I ask my wife, but can not remember if compared to the McDonald localre was behind, ahead, above, below, beside or near or just nearby. We look around and identify disconsolate at least 3 rooms that can match all'identikit: the brewery Martin, another room where the translation sounds like "I'm Fribourg, and a third local who's name is Slappen (the name says it all program). We turn
another bit 'and decide for Martin's, which is the right choice as they appear in the lower level of the local beer and stills for a coveted kitchen from which they are baked sauerkraut bratwurst lamb shanks in full swing and many other beautiful things We both dreamed of. Faced with an incomprehensible menu
Unlined a mini vocabulary and the midst of the demanding translation, the waiter brings us menus in Italian ...
What about ... a great eaten, really.
The next day we prepared for the return. We aim to Switzerland, do not take the highway to pay the 27 € of "vignettes" in Switzerland. We get to Schaffhousen (Schaffhausen) and visit the Rhine Falls quickly continue then travel back to Germany on Lake Constance and down, keeping to the German bank. Brief visit to Lindau and then off to Italy. Impressive sequence of tunnels to get to Innsbruck, one even more than 10km.
In total about 1550 km paths. 5 nights in a camper, and 2 in Strasbourg, Mulhouse 1, 1 Eguisheim and in a rest area in Strasbourg.
Of note: the cost of camping in France is ridiculous. caravan + 2 adults + 2 children + power + services wc / shower, hot and CS costs on average € 20 per night all-inclusive, less than half that in Italy.
I think to myself that a dictionary would be useful, but observing the state in which I was leaving the shower I am seized with pity for the cleaning lady and got the appliance or not starting to clear water in the direction of the hole the floor (obviously clogged).
The next day we visit the museum first car and follow the train museum, both very beautiful, particularly the spectacular steam train.
After the tour we take the motorway north towards Colmar and find the camping site (N 48 ° 02,564 'E 7 ° 17,989') Des Trois Chateux ("trois" I am always feeling not knowing the exact translation .. ..) We take advantage of the evening we visit Eguisheim still long and that is a 5 minute walk. Again, the usual festival lattice, here particularly intense, but enjoyable again.
The next day we reach Colmar is a few miles and parked right in the middle. Except that now leaves the lattice indifferent to all of us, if not to renew some itching in the area elastic, long walk in search of the famous "petit venice" that comes down to being a mere channel seminavigabile and three bridges over it.
In the afternoon we decide to leave France to reach Freiburg in the Black Forest in Germany. In the approach, however, we pause to make coffee, and take advantage of them near a field of corn I plunder for the happiness of my children that with this new toy and then remained silent for hours.
find room for the night in a rest area about twenty minutes walk from the center (N 47 ° 59,979 'E 7 ° 49,562'). The area, very quiet close to a large park is rather crowded, but given the minute size of our campers decide to enter. And here is a very kind lady, but it looms there in 8 seconds 400 words in English. Given our limited buffer in terms of understanding, agreed that certainly he had finished the sentence with "... help you?" Let's pretend I understood everything and ask for availability for a night without electricity. The "siùra" € 7 pin us and invites us to park anywhere we want. Adjusted for
well we prepare to walk to the center. Freiburg is a very interesting city, is practically an open university, a large university town where the population is younger on average. The center is a mess, the roads are wide affollattissime of people doing shopping, as well as local and all the shops. And this triggered the operation
shin. It 'is well known that in France you do not eat crabs a good (although I must say we defended well Alsace), and tired of this bad habit-awaited day to eat, "German." I say more, it was so premeditated that we started already from Trento with half a local address in Freiburg. To avoid mistakes we had also indicated by the "siùra" the equipped. So in our "around the sas" to Freiburg, we have the opportunity to make a soppraluogo to find a suitable place expected to consume the meal. I look at a map of "siùra" and realize that the X value is roughly the same spot that corresponded to the directions taken by my wife via trento a colleague regular visitor to Freiburg.
Simple no? We follow the map and find an abandoned shop. I ask my wife, but can not remember if compared to the McDonald localre was behind, ahead, above, below, beside or near or just nearby. We look around and identify disconsolate at least 3 rooms that can match all'identikit: the brewery Martin, another room where the translation sounds like "I'm Fribourg, and a third local who's name is Slappen (the name says it all program). We turn
another bit 'and decide for Martin's, which is the right choice as they appear in the lower level of the local beer and stills for a coveted kitchen from which they are baked sauerkraut bratwurst lamb shanks in full swing and many other beautiful things We both dreamed of. Faced with an incomprehensible menu
Unlined a mini vocabulary and the midst of the demanding translation, the waiter brings us menus in Italian ...
What about ... a great eaten, really.
The next day we prepared for the return. We aim to Switzerland, do not take the highway to pay the 27 € of "vignettes" in Switzerland. We get to Schaffhousen (Schaffhausen) and visit the Rhine Falls quickly continue then travel back to Germany on Lake Constance and down, keeping to the German bank. Brief visit to Lindau and then off to Italy. Impressive sequence of tunnels to get to Innsbruck, one even more than 10km.
In total about 1550 km paths. 5 nights in a camper, and 2 in Strasbourg, Mulhouse 1, 1 Eguisheim and in a rest area in Strasbourg.
Of note: the cost of camping in France is ridiculous. caravan + 2 adults + 2 children + power + services wc / shower, hot and CS costs on average € 20 per night all-inclusive, less than half that in Italy.
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