Middle-aged flash packers

Breakfast at Sweet Days lived up to it’s name. Chocolate pear cake, jam tart, fresh watermelon and pineapple. Also freshly squeezed orange juice from a Heath Robinson style machine. A kindly Belgian man helped me with it before my fingers were shredded. He comes to Peschiera every year and has done so for 30 years.…

Our night in the too cool for school Hotel Wetterhorn passed predictably. Hot and noisy. Breakfast was well presented but spartan as you’d expect. The other guests at breakfast were of a similar age or older than Steve and I. I wondered if they’d have preferred a lampshade on their retina burning bedside light bulb…

I need to start by making an apology to a lady from Minnesota. I’m sorry I laughed at your TripAdvisor review – you were right. More to follow. Today we left the comfort of the Hotel Turna and set off into Switzerland to visit the Trift bridge near Gadmen. It is a suspension bridge that…

Unfinished business because on a previous trip with other road warriors , Jan and Nik, we had wanted to visit Liechtenstein and walk this trail but couldn’t as the weather was appalling. Fast forward a couple of years and here we are in Liechtenstein on the most beautiful sunny day, not a cloud in the…

An overnight stop in Metz proved to be uneventful and not particularly inspiring. After stopping in a few French towns/cities over the past few years, I’ve found them to be uneasy, slightly depressing places. The charming old French buildings have been replaced with shiny new shopping malls and apartments . The influx of immigrants from…

Like childbirth, the tedium of driving, bad weather and tough hikes have faded into the background, leaving only memories of sunshine, cold beer and gorgeous scenery. So today finds me and my partner in crime sitting on a ferry, with plans of driving to Metz in France, onwards to Liechtenstein, possibly into Italy with a…