San Marino
Arrive at campsite around 1pm after uneventful drive with a coffee and shopping stop. End up following a Turkey-bound motorhome in. Final Autostrada toll a complete nightmare because of roadworks...cars crossing to get to the right exit...only way was to surge across, blocking half of it with the outfit. People very understanding actually.
Met on arrival by the tour leaders who seem a great couple...Manage to reverse the caravan into difficult small pitch to establish my credentials..whew! could have gone either way that...
Meet fellow adventurers and swap adventuring stories..the one other caravan is the same length as ours and has done Morocco and Iceland..mmm!
Meet for meal in the evening..good company...good wine and wheat free especially for me. Lurch back to the caravan and rain starts as we shut the door...perfecto!
San Marino by ourselves tomorrow.
NB. McLaren still looks crap in practice 2 at Barcelona...hell.
Day 2
Into The Republic of San Marino by bus from the campsite...a revelation! Own armed forces, guards, gendarmarie, policia....seem to have a bit of a thing about guns, crossbows and knives but, hey...
Lunch with a couple of fellow travellers then return to base.
Sit out thunderstorm then evening briefing plus wine & nibbles.
All set!! Overnight to Greece....
NB
JB qualifies outside top 10.. ouch..
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