Sunday 14 June 2009

A rest day.

We were both feeling a little run down this morning so decided to stay another night in Altenau, this gave us the chance to take our hosts for a few short runs in the car and the afternoon free to visit Schloss Linderhof.

Wonderful meal out this evening, good traditional Bavarian fare, I had a Bauernschmauss which is a typically a huge pile of sauerkraut covered with slabs of meat. Good rib padding stuff.

The Selvio pass (twice)

Today it was the infamous Stelvio pass, the best driving road in the world according to Top Gear. We set off early to beat the traffic and all was going well for the first 10 miles. I had been looking out the back window trying to spot oncoming traffic through the hairpins when I noticed smoke coming from the engine. We pulled over and fretted over the problem only to realise that there was no mobile signal at this point so we were left with a dilemma, turn back and hope to get to a garage on our own power or push on in the hope of getting a phone signal at the top station. A passing motorist told us it was only another 2 kilometres to the top so the decision was made to push on. In reality it was closer to 4 miles and we arrived at the top in a cloud of smoke. Fortunately there was good mobile coverage at the top and we were able to contact the recovery company. Four hours, a flurry of snow and a good lunch later the flat bed recovery truck arrived to ferry us down the pass back to a garage in Bormio. Having a trip back down the pass in the truck gave us a completely different perspective of the road, the scenery is stunning.

The mechanics at the garage seemed very happy to get the chance to work on a classic Ferrari although there was much debate over what was causing the problem, we definitely could smell oil in the smoke but the mechanics seemed convinced it was a water problem. In the end the oil filter was replaced, fluids topped off and we were away again.

We had looked at the map with the intention of taking an easier route, there are none from Bormio and the only other realistic option was several times further. After pondering the options we decided to have another crack at the Stelvio pass. This turned out to be a fantastic decision, not only did the car behave the weather had cleared significantly from our morning attempt and the sun was not directly in front of us making the tunnels much less threatening. We drove the pass end to end on this attempt up and down it took us 1:15 to drive the 30 miles.


The Stelvio does live up to its reputation. A stunning drive and technically challenging well worth driving.

With the Stelvio conquered we were off to Altenau in Bavaria to visit some more friends. Clear across Austria and over the Fern pass to Garmish and then Oberammergau.

Friday 12 June 2009

Klausen pass, Albula pass and on to bormio

The overnight rain had cleared the skies giving us some astounding views as we travelled through the Swiss countryside in the morning sun. It took us some time to clear the lakes, every turn seemed to reveal more water. When we did break away from the lakeside at Altdorf onto the start of the Klausen pass we ran into a local traffic jam as the cows were transferred between fields.

While we held back one of the locals took offence and decided to charge past us and the cows at speed. This scared the life of the farmers truing to keep the skittish beasts under control. With the cows cleared we were off once more this time climbing steeply up the valley.

The Klausen pass has some real precipices with the road just barely clinging to the mountain side in places, this caused real problems for my Dad who was driving. Thankfully we climbed past the river carved section onto the glacially carved flatter profile near the highest point. The views were stunning on the way up but the crest was a little disappointing.

Down the far side we stopped off for coffee and cake at Schwanden, and fuel in Glarus.

At this point i took over the driving as we joined the A3/A13 motorways towards Chur and then on to Tiefencastel. This was to join up with the Albula pass which we elected to do in place of the Flüela pass which we had previously planned. Albula Pass is stunningly beautiful, following the path of a mountain railway through a very lush alpine forest valley up to the barren wastes at its highest point of 2310m. There was a typical guest house at the top where we stopped for local nut cake.

Good food and lovely proprietors who were delighted to see the car up there. The decent to La Punt was equally scenic. A thoroughly recommended pass.
With that behind us we drove on to Zernez and the Munt la Schera tunnel from Switzerland into Italy.

Once in Italy there was a very noticeable drop in road surface quality although the views over Lago Di Livigno went a long way to make up for those potholes. We did not realise that Livigno was a tax free zone until we had passed through it, top tip to those that follow there is very cheap fuel here.

We arrived in Bormio just after 17:00 local time and found a hotel. It was supposed to have a secure garage but this was closed over the summer months so we had to park the car in a secluded parking lot next to the hotel, fortunately it is visible from the hotel balcony.

We stuffed ourselves with food tonight, ordering two mixed starters where one would have been plenty followed by pizza.

Wednesday 10 June 2009

On to Switzerland

Topped up with a huge breakfast at Zur Alten Muhle we set off once more through the black forest.
(taken on the road to Dobel from Zur Alten Muhle)
We followed the 500 most of the way through the black forest as the early rain cleared to become a gloriously sunny day.

It was a lot of fun to back in the black forest, many memories came back to me from the time I had spent living out here. However we were soon beyond the limits of my explorations from that time and by lunch we were well to the south where we found a nice little gasthof where we enjoyed a lovely herb and garlic cream soup.

From that point we travelled down through Triberg which looked to be a lovely town that i'd quite like to visit again to have a good look round. This was all still on the 500 which we followed right down to the Swiss border at Tiegen. It was quite a sight coming down from the heights of the black forest to the Rhine plain, to the south west we could see a huge thunder storm while due south the sun was still shining beautifully.

Crossing through to Switzerland we skirted around Zurich through to Cham and eventually Weggis for an overnight stop. Unfortunately no hotels in Weggis with secure parking had any space. A consult with the tourist information desk had us returning the way we had come to Greppen where we had been directed to a lovely hotel.

Alas it was over 500 years old and the ceiling was so low we had to be permanently stooped to avoid bashed heads. From the hotel room the thunder storm caught up with us in a very dramatic way, it bucketed down with huge bolts of lightning all around.

The Thai restaurant over the road fed us well that night.

South to the Nurburgring and Zur Alten Muhle.

This has been our first full day driving through Germany, from Munchengladbach we joined the A61 only to discover that the local autobahn system was all being dug up. Not a good start but as we had to make a detour to Wesseling which allowed us to pass the worst of it.

From Wesseling we travelled on to the Nurburgring down the B257. This road was lots of fun and dangerous given all the signs warning motorcyclists not to race. We knew that the ring was closed but hoped to have a look round the place however on arrival it was all too evident that the clean-up operation from the weekend rock concert made getting around impossible so we drove on down the B259 to Ediger-Ella for lunch on the bank of the Mosel, nothing too exciting just a nice salad.

I took over for the afternoon drive only to discover that the car hates me. On starting the car a red warning light appeared on the dashboard, this introduced a 30 minute flap as we prodded and checked all the electrics while consulting the Ferrari guru over the phone.

Eventual conclusion, don't park it in the sun.

We cut across country to re-join the autobahns and just cruised on down to the Pforzheim west exit for Paul's recommended stop at Zur Alten Muhle.

The place does live up to Paul's hype, lovely setting and the view from the room window down to the trout stream relieved some monster fish holding station in the flow from the mill race. It was unfortunately very dark so pictures were not that good. We have just dined on the house speciality trout dish, well worth it.

We had been lucky lucky with the weather all the way down with just a few spots of rain, tonight it is throwing it down.

Sunday 7 June 2009

Over the wet stuff.

After a the overnight downpour Sunday welcomed us with glorious sunshine. Leaving Guildford a little before 10:00 we were off to Dover and the ferry. It was a steady cruse down the motorways with a small detour to pick up some missing supplies in Folkestone.

The ferry crossing was uneventful but the car attracted plenty of attention as we were returning to it to disembark.

Naturally once on foreign ground the tech started to fail, first was the maps software that insisted on crashing at just the wrong moment. All i was trying to do was find a shell petrol station which it managed very well with a POI lookup but routing to such a petrol station was asking too much.

Still with the car topped up I took to the wheel through to Germany. Still motorway crusing on this side of the channel the car found its natural pace very easily and the miles just ticked down in a very satisfying way.

The evening was spent with some old friends of my Dad at a nice pub in Munchengladbach who had a special shnitzel evening. I had mine with garlic and herb butter which turned up with more garlic than butter, delicious!

No WiFi in this hotel so just a text post for today.

Monday 11 May 2009

Planning for a new adventure.

It's time to plan for the great escape of 2009.


This year's escapade took form back in the depths of winter as my old espresso machine brewed it's last shot and sprung a leak. In typical gadget geek form this triggered a scouring of the web for information on the ultimate in coffee brewing technology. Alas i was forced to admit that the ultimate was a little out of budget and settled on an Izzo Vivi. This machine with its beautiful chrome E61 brew group and heat exchanger design may not be the ultimate but meets my tech and coffee brewing needs perfectly.


After experiencing the heaven that is a perfectly pulled shot of espresso I soon realised I needed to increase my coffee brewing skill level as only 1 in 4 shots truly hit the mark. It was this insight that spawned the idea of a road trip to Italy to take a Barista course.


From the UK to Italy by car can be done in a day on the motorways of France but that misses out on the astounding scenery of the Alps. With this in mind a more leisurely route is planned heading across to Germany to meet up with old friends before driving down through the Black Forest to Switzerland (with detour to the Nürburgring). From there we shall be heading east over the Stelvio pass through to see more friends in Westerndorf, Austria at which point we turn south to Gardo in Italy. This leads onto a stop in Modena before heading back through the French side of the Alps. In essence, some boring flat lands, wet stuff, more boring flat lands, some very exciting lumpy bits, perfect coffee in Italy and a blast back through France.


My travelling companion for this trip will be my Dad, mostly because he appreciates a good coffee as much as I do but also because he will be providing the transport. A trip like this, especially with a stop in Modena requires a certain class of vehicle so we shall be using my Dad's red mistress, a classic Ferrari Dino. Should be fun through the mountains provided it holds together (-:


Again my goal will be to blog about the whole experience on route using whatever bits of mobile gadgetry i can lay my hands on.


Stay tuned for updates in June.

Monday 13 October 2008

To Trevelez through the murk and on to Granada

All the wind over the past few days has whiped up a huge ammount of dust. It feels like half the Saharah is hanging in the sky, visibility is 2km at best. Quite a change from the clear blue skys we had travelling down.
We left Irene's parents to pick up some local olive oil under the low grey sky, it feels very muggy and we are sad to leave.
As we drove down towards Granada we passed the Mini-Hollywood wild west village and rodeo show, they filmed a number of westerns in the area. Even knowing it's strange to see a collection of teepees pitched on a hill above a small frontier town while crusing through Spain.
The route i had planned out was supposed to take 2:20 according to google, this was at a moderate 60kph, not something you can easily do in a fully laiden car around hairpin bends. I had stopped at the top of one particularly fun ladder to take some pictures when we realised we where two and a half hours into drive and way behind schedual.

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I had had a huge amount of fun on the roads but the heat and dust was getting to me. Susan was having less fun being thrown around the hairpins. It's at times like this you realise how taking a direct route can be so much easier. We eventually rolled into Trevelez at 16:30 nearly two hours later than planned, not good for a lunch stop. Still we got out and had a brief wander around the place before finding a restaurant still serving. Trevelez is renound for its air cured hams and just about every shop front was packed with pigs legs proudly displaying their certification of origin. It's good stuff, we sampled a plate at the restaurant (their own apparently). It would have been nice to have more time to wander the less crowded streets away from the main tourist drag but time was pressing and we had to move on.
The trip down into Granada was much easier (no silly detours to find hairpin ladders) by this time the sun was starting to set but the murk completely hid the sunset.

Saturday 11 October 2008

Rural life

Off into the country to stay with Irene's parents today. They have a beautiful house just outside Sorbas. Top tip in Spain, don't park where the curb has been painted yellow. After getting the car out of the impound lot it was off to Sorbas for a visit to the pottery shops the town is famous for.
At Irene's parents we were spoiled rotten as only mothers can manage, huge slab of lamb cooked to perfection with tomato salad dressed with the neighbour's olive oil.
It's still raining but very peacful here.

Festival days

*Yawn* the 9th of October is a festival in Valencia they opened the celebrations at midnight with a huge barrage of fireworks that shook the hotel windows where we were staying. The explosions seemed to go on for a very long time.

We spent the morning in Valencia before setting off to Almeria to meet up with Susan's friend Irene. Motorway all the way... In the rain...

Irene was working this evening, we found a cafe on the beach front to pass the time. I seem to be getting better at asking for tea, it's that or the locals around here are more familiar with the crazy brits asking for tea with milk.

Chinese food for supper (just for a change.)

A day without driving

Now we had a day to explore Valencia on foot, ambling through the city is a much better way to travel here. We followed a walking tour route from the guide the hotel kindly provided where we found the Central market. It is such a shame places like this seem to have disappeared from the UK a huge building housing hundreds of stalls selling fruit, meats and fish. Very busy and lively.
Just the other side of the market was the old silk exchange building which contained some wonderful stone and wood work.

The next destination was to be the Valencia Aquarium in the new city of arts and sciences complex down to the waterfront. We took a scenic route along the diverted river bed which has been converted to a huge ribbon of green space though the city. This turned out to be a much longer walk than we had anticipated.

The aquarium was interesting although it did not quite live up to the expectations we had from their website. Many of the surface pools were in the process of being cleaned and no pelicans were visible (a common theme of pictures there). The dolphinareum was impressive and they put on a good show. The beluga whale enclosure was large but clearly restrictive for its two inhabitants. Other exhibit tanks were fairly run of the mill however they did have some Sun fish in with the sharks.

Long walk back to the hotel, i have the blisters to prove it.

The drive to Valencia

We left Morella behind and headed south and astonishlingly went higher, there are some astounding roads in this area alas they ran out all too quickly and it was flat and straight towards Castellon where we picked up a motorway towards Valencia. I was so glad that I had planned in a detour through a national park, off the motorway to Onda then follow the CV-232 and CV-200 to Segorbe.
DRIVE THE CV-200!

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This stretch of single track mountain road rocks! We encountere just one other vehicle on the mountain section, a cyclist going the other way (-: I had a lot of fun on the hairpin bends, too much fun driving to stop for many photos though.
After all that fun arriving in Valencia was a huge culture shock. From single track roads and the deserted streets of Morella to huge 8 lane monster avenues packed with hot blooded Spanish drivers. Noise! Sounds! Smells! It's a city allright. To add to the fun the hotel was right in the center and they are digging up the roads. With instructions out the window it took us over an hour stuck in the evening traffic to get to the hotel.
*Sigh*
We didn't really feel like going out at this point but forced ourselves to experince the city first-hand. Not a great meal out but ok.

Morella: the castle

I was up at dawn this morning to take pictues the light was fantastic. It was fun wandering the deserted streets and i was very greatful of having scoped out a few sights the night before took lots of pictures, most of them fairly poor but got a few i was happy with.

After returning to the hotel for breakfast we set off to see the castle itself we paid the 2€ entrance fee and were presented with a guide sheet in english before heading out into the noon sun to climb to the top of the mountain. It was hot but definately worth it.

The whole site is undergoing a huge restoration project to bring back the 800 year old ruin back to life. The fortifications are on three levels with the top level up an agonising flight of stairs the views of the surrounding area are well worth the climb.
Lots of German voices, no other english ones.

Morella

Morella is a very picturesque place and definitely not designed for cars, it took us an age to discover where we could park and book into the hotel. It was pushing 18:00 by this stage, too late to do the castle that dominates not just Morrela but the whole of the surrounding countryside. We walked the town exploring all the narrow streets and steep gradients, lovely in the evening sun. Its Monday most things are closed.
We found a tapas bar for supper, tomato bread, prawns in garlic, house croquettes, choritzo and cheesy ham spring rolls washed down with larger.

Across the plain to Morella

As we surfaced in the morning we got the distinct impression we were the only guests in the hotel a huge spread of cold meats, cheese, bread,
cereal, fruit juices and conserves was laid out with just one table set out for just two.
We tried to do it justice.

Pictures are becoming a problem, the plan was to use the N810 to crop and scale them before uploading via email. No joy. The 10 mega pixel images my D80 takes are just too big for the tablet to cope with. I tried using mogrify to scale them down in batches over night but it only the managed the first 10 before crashing the tablet, this is going to take some time.

The road out of the Pyrenees was a fun drive, Fantastic scenery with the hills levelling out in front and the vegetation becoming greener. Just as you think you have seen the last of the hills the road gains a crawler lane and shoots upwards once more through an series of sweeping S bends.

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Once over the top it is down to Huesca and the start of the plains, long straight roads and more sky than you can shake a stick at. We stopped at one point to take pictures of vultures circling over head before getting chased back to the car by a swarm of flies.
We reached Alcaniz in good time where the road started to climb again. Getting hungry by this stage we pulled over at a road side eatery at the junction of the N232 and N420 this really put our basic Spanish to the test. A few tables were occupied by elderly groups as we tentatively asked for a table for two from the waitress she looked confused as to why we asked and just pointed to the closest one. She vanished for what seemed to be an age before returning with a printed sheet that served as a menu. With the help of the dictionary we ordered chicken and lamb with melon to follow. This bought on a barrage of Spanish which we eventually translated to be which wine we wanted (included in the menu price) we must have caused trouble by finally saying water alone was all we wanted. The food arrived, it was good solid stuff that packed the ribs. With the mains out of the way we were presented with a huge slice of melon which was a perfect finish to the meal.
We stayed on the N232 to Morella which just keeps climbing up to well over 1000m through some stunning scenery, well worth the journey.
It may be in two sections but sports tacker managed to log this section of the trip.
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Friday 10 October 2008

el Privilegio

After that epic drive through the mountains we are now chilled out in our first stop in spain. This hotel is just what we needed, spa, massage and top notch food (-: just the ticket.
They even laid on entertainment when we arrived.

Dinner was taken in the hotel, we had personal service from the maitre-de as we were the only two guests dining. A starter of goats cheese salad dressed with honey and nuts was followed by venison for me and cod with olive crust for Susan, delicious but there was more to come. Dessert consisted of a "mascapone bread" for me and "Temptation with hopeful orange" these resolved to be crunchy cones of chocolate filled with a light vanilla mascapone and caramel sauce for me and a dark rich gooey chocolate pudding with crystallized orange peal for Susan. We switched puds half way through both were excellent.

I think i have found the problem with sports tracker, it does not seem to like changing networks, will try again tomorrow with it set not to try connecting.

To the Pyrenees

We left the motorways behind us today, with the sun in a brilliant blue sky we waved goodbye to Saint-Emilion. The journey started by winding its way through the Bordeaux vineyards before straightening out as we made our way south. We reached Lourdes at about 14:45, took one look at the place and decided to drive on a bit to find a place to stop, eat and refuel. This was a mistake. It is Sunday and most placed shut early, in the end we found a lay-by and dined magnificently on snack bars and apples. No fuel stops.

This was in the foot hills and as the road wound its way up none of the villages seemed to have any garages. Under a 1/4 tank now, easily enough for 100+ miles on the flat and we only have 50 miles to the next hotel, trouble is we have crests over 1700m in between.

Wow, the peaks around us are astounding not to mention the road, climbing to Col Solor was superb although we were stuck behind a Sunday driver all of the way, not good for the fuel consumption.

From Col Solor the road clings to the sheer rock face twisting hundreds of meters above the valley floor. Alas we are in the shade at this time of day but the peaks opposing us are in brilliant sun. Up again to Col d'Abesque, we are above the snow line! After a brief photo stop at the top we started down again through the ski resorts. Spotted an eagle above us at one point. Heading down takes the mind off the fuel for a bit.

Turning off the D918 we joined the D934 with signs for the Spanish border. Still no fuel and we are heading up again. Most borders i have experienced have fuel stops so I'm hopeful we will make it there.

The D934 is a fun road although we found some nutters in souped-up Citroen Saxos who insisted hooning past us before slowing right up and then speeding off. Low fuel light now on, Spanish Audi in front driving very slowly.

We crossed the border with no sign of fuel them I startled Susan by yelling for joy at a 5km for fuel sign at the side of the road. 5km later we have a full tank at 1.15€ a litre. Nice.

Supper in Saint-Emillion.

The Sun was setting as we walked from the Chateau into the centre of Saint-Emilion searching for supper. It was at this point everything went wrong as we struggled with translating french menus. Eventually we found a lovely little place, les Epicurens, where I tucked into an delicious saddle of lamb with pine nuts while Susan enjoyed the crab and lobster cannelloni. Both dishes came with the most delicious roasted vegetables. To finish Susan had a trio of creme-brule, the chocolate one was intensely rich. I had chosen the apple and pear crunch with chocolate mousse which was exceptionally good.







Good food, good wine... We need to come back here.

Chateau Franc Mayne


We arrived at Chateau Franc Mayne at around 15:45, just enough time to book into the hotel before doing the tour of winery. What a place, we are in the Indian Fusion room with a four poster bed and a view over the central courtyard.

The tour was interesting and took in the fermentation vats in the Chateau its self, a walk through the vines, the limestone caves they use as a giant cellar to mature the wine and finally a tasting. We were offered samples of both the first and second wine they make from 2002. The Grand Cru (their second wine) had a huge spicy flavour that was almost too much on its own but would have perfectly balanced some cheese. The Grand Cru Classic (their first wine) was far more refined however with our clearly inferior pallets we could not see where the extra cost was justified and both agreed that we would choose the second wine for enjoyment. The tour was fantastic value at 6€, even better for guests who have it included in the room rate (-:

After the tour we took some time to explore the Chateau and its grounds. The house itself is beautifully appointed with some huge chandeliers. The grounds contain a naturally filtered swimming pool set in a perfectly kept garden.

As we watched a number of hot-air balloons drift across the sky we were feeling very content.

France!

I found the ferry was comfortable enough and slept well but Susan found the bunks a little firm and was feeling tired.
Still France was now in sight:
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It was an early start as we trudged down to the car, printed directions from google in hand, European road atlas. Two GPS enabled gadgets with maps to hand, what could possibly go wrong?

Once off the ferry we set off through Saint-Marlo it was at this point we suffered our first gadget failure. My cunning ploy to power a USB hub with a car to USB power adaptor resulted in disaster when we discovered that there was insufficient power to drive both the hub and a USB phone charging cable. This has left us with only one charging lead for both the N810 and the N96. This may turn out to be a problem as i have all the maps loaded onto the N810 and was planning to use Nokia sports tacker to create GPS tracks of the trip. Worse than that, as all the maps were stored on a separate drive that shut down the instant the charging lead was plugged in. Stress levels hit the roof as we attempted to navigate the streets of Rennes with a European scale road atlas which at best manages to get the motorways right. This time the N96 and Susan's skill managed to get us out the other side of the town where we found a place to park up and re-arrange the cabling web to get things working. Oh sports tracker managed to record 1.2km before giving up... not sure why will have to investigate.

The rest of the journey down was relatively uneventful, payage all the way to Bordeaux.

All at sea

It was a frantic rush to get packed and out the door, a million little details creep up on you eating into the journey time. Finally the bins were empty, the fish fed, timers set, car was packed and notes to neighbours were written.

We hit the road at 18:30 well into the contingency i had factored into the leg down to Portsmouth. Hindhead was hell into to roadworks which really started to worry me, not a good way to start. Fortunately we made it to the ferry with minutes to spare, drove straight on and relaxed.

*Sigh*

The ferry is at sea now.
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We are off!

Friday 3 October 2008

Departure preparations.

It's departure day and time is running out fast. We have to be dockside in Portsmouth by 19:45 and that means braving the Hindhead lights at rush hour on a Friday. Other than that the route is all set and we have accommodation at every stop booked so things are surprisingly organised for me.

The plan is to drive down through France to Spain, head right down to the south to see the Alhambra before looping back up through Madrid leaving by way of the Santander-Plymouth ferry.

I will be documenting the trip using my Nikon D80, Nokia N810 internet tablet and N96 mobile phone with a whole spiders web of cables to connect them up and keep them charged.