Day 7
John was up early, like a demented Duracell Bunny, desperate to get away before the coaches started arriving. Breakfast, by was of a cup of coffee and a croissant as confined before an disagreement about the bill.
Lesson from yesterday learned and we left under blue skies with an additional later of clothes on.
The tour took us through wide valleys with huge escarpments , along part of the Route Napoleon, towards the alps which had been nicely air brushed on the distance. The passes through various French and Italian ski resorts.
The transfer into Italy was met with much poorer roads and conditions. I have seen better Armco crash barriers at Daltons scrapyard. Most were chewed up like old 3d bits.
The ride took us from the French Apple orchards through the cornfields and into vine country, bits the industrial belt on Turin and Milan. That was where we witnessed typical Italian autostrada driving. It also resulted in the first of our two separations!
With some more typical Italian driving, some from me (eek). We eventually arrived separately at the hotel, where no English is spoken and they seem to have run out of beer. But they have poured us a drink, which seems to be 26 proof. John informs me it's 28 and after a long negotiation we have pertained some 7up.
The evening continued in similar fashion. There appears to have been some kind of party going on, to which we have been included. We had a buffet and food kept being brought to our table but no menu was provided or order given. The food was all excellent but different from other diners. We have no idea what is going on our why but it is the complete polar opposite of last night.
Viva Italia.
The waiter tried to get John drunk, and succeeded.
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