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Day 4 – Ring of Kerry

IMG_0158The Ring of Kerry is said to be one of the most scenic areas of Ireland. Not surprising when you see why; it has forests, plains, rugged mountains, beaches and the wild Atlantic – what more could you cram in to a fairly compact area?

The ring comprises a circle of 112 miles in length, generally the start and end is taken as Killarney. Cars go clockwise, coaches go anti-clockwise to minimise “car stuck behind coach” syndrome. But what about motorhomes? I went clockwise although it didn’t really matter as traffic was extremely light.

IMAG0657There are some quirky bits as well such as the statue of Charlie Chaplin at Waterville. I stopped here for some fish and chips in one of the local pubs and noticed the bronze statue. If I’d bothered to read the plaque I would have got the connection between Charlie Chaplin and this place, as it happens I didn’t so will check out on google later.

There are lots of little towns like Waterville, each offering pub grub and the like to cater for the coach loads of tourists. Despite that, they’re not tacky or touristy themselves.

IMG_0168One of the “must see” sights is an area called Lady View. This is on a mountain side with a restaurant cum shop to stop at. Across the road from the restaurant is a car park with some of the most stunning views on the planet.

The picture simply doesn’t do justice to this place and words cannot describe it either. All I can do is recommend a visit to this picturesque place.

IMG_0171Now the roads round the Ring were, I was informed, quite narrow in places. As it turned out, they are all two way roads and I couldn’t recollect any single lane bits. However, some of these roads can be bumpy in place. There are potholes in places but the worst problem for motorhomes is dips in the road.

I had the misfortune to hit some dips that were in sync with the natural springing on the front of the van. I was only doing 30MPH but by the third “bounce” the front wheels had come completely off the floor.

IMG_0187A shelf in the back of the van is now ripped out of the wall and will need to be repaired. One of the pieces of body trim came off completely and had to be re-fitted. No doubt there is other damage that I will find out about over the coming days.

That’s it for now, tomorrow is Wednesday and that will take me to the Dingle peninsula – another part of Ireland that came highly recommended from the campsite hosts here at Flemings White Bridge.

Up the Burg

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I tackled the Burg Nideggen this morning by ascending the forest paths on the face of the mountain. Was sweating a bit by the time I got to the top, not helped by the sun being out! As I cooled down, the coat quickly went on as it was chilly 1,000 feet up.

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Check out the campsite from the mountain. The sooty van is to the right of the dark building in the middle and behind a blue flag.

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After the castle, I ventured to the town of Nideggen looking for car parts. Not really much in the way of shops here, but I did stop for a coffee.

After coming down to base level, using the road this time, I grabbed a train and took the 30 minute trip to Düren – population 92,000 so they must have a car parts place.

As luck would have it, there was a motor factors 2km north of the town. I asked for a distributor cap and rotor arm for a 1987 Suzuki Super Carry. The lady understood my poor German as she started shaking her head almost straight away; “nicht hier!” she said.

The good news is the bits will be in by 9AM tomorrow.

Day 17: Casola to Des Grangettes

17 days in and it’s time to say goodbye to Mick and Yvonne (and my new adopted kitten), and head for Les Grangettes on the shores of Lake Geneva.

Once I’d left Casola, the motorways were pretty uneventful, the only entertainment being trying to work out how the Italians could charge so much for tolls and get away with it.

I stopped for lunch once I’d got to the mountainous bits of Italy, and sat on a bench in the shade (above). The views were absolutely stunning and it’s just a shame I didn’t stop to do some pictures. With 300+ miles to do today, plus a late start due to the campsite owner having a lie in until 9AM, I didn’t do much in the way of stopping.

Arriving at Les Grangettes at 5PM, I checked in and went to my reserved pitch. It’s only a few yards from the shores of Lake Geneva which you can see in the background. Couldn’t get the site WiFi running as the office had closed by the time I’d set the van up, but I’ve found my old Vodafone dongle which is how I’m doing this update 🙂

Tomorrow, I’ll take a ride into Montreux a few km up the road, where the Jazz Festival should be in full swing.

Day 12: Plitvice to Venice

Over half way through now and it’s up nice and early (6.30) to get away pretty sharp. Most of the people on the Autocamp Korana site are Germans or Dutch and they like to be up early too.

I’m going North through Croatia on a different motorway to the one that took me down. My GPS decides to take me cross country to meet the other motorway, which initially seemed like a mistake. Hairpin mountain roads only just wide enough for two vehicles with big drops and no barriers.

But a motorway has no soul and the cross country trip allowed me to see some of the more obscure parts of the country.

I entered a very small village to see a couple of people standing at a fence to my right. Their gaze pierced right through me, clearly they were not used to outsiders.

Another 50 metres on and I could see why. I parked the van and looked back in their direction, a house (above) riddled with bullets from the civil war. The one to the front of the van (right) was worse, all the render had been taken off the edge of the upstairs windows by hundreds of 9mm rounds – a massive shoot out had clearly taken place here.

When you bask in the beauty of the Plitvice Lakes National Park, it’s so easy to forget that this region has a painful history and from only 20 years ago. You don’t normally see the houses like this where people had put up a stand for independence against the Yugoslav army and Serbian militia, and lost their lives in the process.

Anyway, that’s enough of “Duncan reporting from the war zone”.

Before leaving the cross country route, I had a bug land on the windscreen. Now some people whinge when they get a little creepy crawly on their screen, but is was a serious mother!

The rest of the trip took me through the border patrol into Slovenia (don’t forget Croatia is outside the EU so there is a border crossing). Slovenia went past quickly, then I started my trek across North East Italy, descending on the outskirts of venice at the superb Camp Jolly.

Don’t be put off by the daft name, it’s got a great shop (size of a small supermarket half of which is alcohol), bar, restaurant, and two swimming pools. There’s even free WiFi, and it’s fast.

Tomorrow, I’ll take a quick ride into Venice. Like with Plitvice Lakes, I’ll break out the big camera again. Snaps are good, but this is probably the one and only time in my life that I’ll visit, so quality pictures will be nice to take home 🙂

Nideggen

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I’ve arrived at the site in Germany and its lovely. Only 13 Euros for the night including 16 amp electric and shower.

Time for a coffee now after my 340 miles today.  All booked in and pitched there is a lovely castle on the mountain behind my van. I am actually quite sad to be here for just one night. The birds are chirping in the forest behind me, and other than that it’s peacefully quiet.

Off to Nuremburg tomorrow and will have a couple of days there.