317. A swing to the Right

Innsbruck - Austria

Deep into Austria

Karabadangbaraka

Woke to un-forecast rain which became torrential. Rain certainly makes things less pleasant but Fyfe was up for it so we both donned raincoats and packed up, typically a two hour job but longer in the rain as everything can't just be cast aside and packed in sensible order. Drove listening to the last chapters of Secret Water by Arthur Ransome wonderfully read by Stephen Fry - 

One of the friendliest replies to a campsite enquiry had today's site decided. Easy drive down with lunch of various packet soup all round, heated in the Giantavan with bread warmed in the oven - easy. The day passed without blogable mentions and I was a duffer not.  Quick dash to the supermarket as everything is shut on Sundays, as it should be in NZ.

Arriving here at camp the guy looked concerned at the size of our rig but, good to his emailed promise found us a lovely large plot.

Akarabgnadabarak

Lambos, watched by Fyfe,
Departing our lunch services stop

Impressive pile in the background is the camp owners