To our surprise, we actually slept well in the carpark we’d moved to. The music finished earlier than expected, followed by a bit of car door slamming, then silence. Total, blissful silence. In the morning I suggested we take a walk to see what the town was like, and what a great idea this turned out to be.
At the hotel next door to us was a classic car meet. And not just your common American classic car rubbish that you see everywhere. No, this was the good stuff. Rare European classics, ones I’d never seen before. Old BMW’s, Mercs, Alfa Romeos, VW’s, Jags, Triumphs, and heaps of old Porsches, which all look the same no matter how old they are.
They must have been heading off on some kind of rally or something, because there was a guy with a starting flag waving them off every minute like it was some sort of Grand Prix. It was really cool to watch them leave. Some hummed along nicely, others puttered and spluttered, and others just poisoned us with their fumes, but they were still cool to watch. So that made our day.
Afterwards, we kept heading west, doing our best to avoid busy roads, which is becoming a highly specialised skill. I’m basically a human Sat Nav with a strong aversion to traffic. Most of the time, I’m absolutely nailing it. Mike’s tracking us, so it’ll be hilarious to look back at the squiggly mess we’ve drawn across the map. But I can tell you this much, Germany does not like our lack of efficiency.
Now we’re back in Germany, and everything smells like pigs. I hadn’t noticed that smell anywhere else in Europe, but the smell here is strong. It takes me back to primary school, when Max had a pig farm across the road. It didn’t smell any better back then!
As we were driving through a town, I noticed there was a free place to park for campervans, so we detoured to take a look. It was only 3pm, but after one too many evenings driving late looking for somewhere to sleep, I wasn’t feeling adventurous.
When we arrived, there were already a load of campervans and motorhomes parked here, so we pulled into a spot and stopped. I felt more comfortable knowing others were staying here, and it was a nice flat spot. So we settled down for an afternoon nap. It was drizzly outside, so we didn’t even bother venturing out to the town. Maybe tomorrow.