Sunday, 2013/09/01

I'll be up early in the morning. After seeing a spin dryer, I decide to do some washing. My underwear is already pretty worn after the first two days. The hot weather causes heavy sweating in the motorcycle clothes and especially the socks are an olfactory challenge in the evening. After washing out by hand, I spin the laundry and then hang it up to dry at a sunny place.

Then I have breakfast in the bar. Cappucino and a Brioche con marmelada. The only other motorcyclist on the campsite with his 15 year old son joins to my breakfast table. He was with his son in the tent 3 days at this place and has made tours in the area. That day, the Dolomites will inspire me too.

Finally it will be a day without traffic jams. Via the Dolomites I ride towards Trieste. Actually, my goal was Rijeka, but I realize that I can not do it that day. I'm already behind my rough schedule. The ride over the Dolomites is really beautiful. The mountain massifs are much more impressive than those in the Karawanken. The route I take today, we have sometimes driven by car, if I remember correctly. Brigitte will remember that better than me.

Wieder hilft mir das Navi an diesem Tag gut den Weg und auf den Abend hin auch einen Campingplatz zu finden. Ich lande im Villagio Albatros, was später noch eine besondere Bedeutung erhalten soll. Kurz vorher tanke ich vorsichtshalber noch mal an einer mit Personal besetzten Tankstelle. Ich scheue mich etwas vor den Automatentankstellen, weil ich nicht weiß, wie gut ich mit diesen zurechtkomme. Ich lasse dieses Mal sogar tanken, was man allerdings in Italien auch ordentlich zusätzlich bezahlen muß. Aber dieses Mal gönne ich mir diesen Luxus, da ich froh bin, überhaupt eine Tankstelle mit Personal gefunden zu haben.

It is already routine at the campsite. It is a pretty big site and it is not busy. I even have electricity today, so I can charge all my devices. I received a suitable adapter from the reception. After pitching up the tent, I first go to the beach for a swim. Coming out of the water, I help a disabled young Italian man with a wheelchair out of the sand. I have dinner in the restaurant of the campsite. I'm quite hungry and eat to dishes.

On the campsite are some German families and many Hungarians. On arrival it is very loud, quite typical Italian, I think, but luckily the night is really quiet.