Munching in Munchen

After a spectacular alpine train trip from Switzerland to Munich, Sean (Mike’s school friend) took us straight to the Munich ‘Springfes’ (basically, Oktoberfes without the crowds). Sean was dressed in traditional Bavarian attire and looked quite the native (and not the boy from Durban North).

Much of the blog has focused on food and this theme seems set to continue. The roast pork, sauerkraut, dumplings and beer where all out of this world (see above pic: is Lee-Ann literally drooling over Rob's spare rib)? The next day we picked up our campervan (after a false start!) and spent the first night in Sean and Lidia’s parking lot. Our trip from Munich took us through Austria (past Innsbruck) and back into northern Italy. Night two was spent at Arco (on Lake Garda). The campervan is a joy to drive on autobahns and autostrada – thanks to its 6-speed, multijet, Turbo–diesel engine. But on tight, windy roads the Italian Rivera it was nothing short of a 7m long, 3.5t nightmare to drive! As a consequence, Day 2 was pretty stressful and we ended up spending the night in a campervan ‘car park’ in San Remo, with no facilities. 6 heart attacks later, we managed to get back on an autostrada headed for France....