Day 7

Day 7
The trip to Rome was long, really long.I never had a chance to blog since we got to bed after 12 again. We passed through the beauty of the Alps,and into Italy. One of the nice things about leaving France for Italy is that the toilets have toilet seats. I don't konw why the French don't have these or tomato flavoured chips? Go figure. One thing I have to mention is the toll fees! Man, they are steep. We roughly added up most and so far we have paid about upwards of R2500 in toll fees alone on this trip and we still have to head back!

We booked into our campsite - very very nice - 5 star compared to what we have experienced so far and Carmen and Kerry came back after checking the ablutions and gushed that it really was 5 star - marble floors and tiles, etc. so Richard and I grabbed our toiletries bags and charged off to the showers after the dodgy French experience. The marble was in evidence everythwere: the campsite is immacualte with manicured gardens, a few restaurants and bars, a gym and swimming pool. One of hte few times a place has far exceeded what is promised on the brochure. So we got into our respective shower stalls and turned on the fancy showerheads. Pressure good? Check. Water warm? Check. Drainage? Not so good. Our respective stalls began to fill with water as the sluice was obviously blocked at the end.The first alert that something was amiss, was an expletive from the adjacent stall when my brother discovered his toes were drowning. Both of us normally wear slip slops when we shower away from home to avoid athlete's foot etc.but Richard forgot his in SA and has had to use Kerry's white crocs - 4 sizes too small for him as an alternative. We finished showering as rapidly as we could. I emerged from my stall to find my brother having fled his as quickly as he could, standing in the middle of the large ablution hall,applying roll-on dressed only in his jocks and on tip toes balancing precariously in Kerry's white crocs. Not pretty. Once reported, to their credit, the camping guys sorted the drain out immediately. We fell comatose into our bunks in the camper.