Parco Nazionale del Gargano wild campJanuary 31, 2017 in Italy ⋅
We could have stayed longer at our lagoon wild camp but are keen to see as much of Italy as we can and are already 4 weeks in to our 15 weeks here, so we carried on along the coast road of the Gargano peninsula.
We are now in Puglia, a region known as the bread basket of Italy and which produces amongst many other things, 80% of Europe's pasta! We could certainly believe it when we looked around us and saw miles of lemon, orange and olive trees, cabbages, artichokes and other crops.
The peninsula has wonderful access to the coast and, Will being Will, wanted to go for a swim. Vicky reckoned that although the air had warmed to double figures, the water would be far too cold so stood by with the camera. She was right. Thankfully Will was
unusually restrained and when he'd got up to his ankles he turned around and we sought warmth inside the van.
There were some beautiful shells on the beach but they were surrounded by rubbish, the majority, brightly coloured plastic nets. Rifling through it was a pack of three dogs, a mother and her two grown pups. We'd seen an increasing number of loose dogs and worryingly had to dodge them on the roads. It seems the culture in this region, like in Croatia, is to let them run free.
We passed by the whitewashed towns of Péshici and Vieste, perched impressively on the rocks as they led down to the water. Near Vieste we were flagged down by the Carabinieri (local police) doing standard checks. Not understanding quite what it was they wanted, we fished out and handed over our passports, driver's license, insurance and V5 documents. They were patient and took the license and V5 papers, checked them and waved us on, unlike the other person they'd detained!
South of Vieste we pulled up for the night in a gravel layby overlooking a cove like the sort you'd see in holiday brochures. The sun highlighted the rocks on the headland opposite as we clambered down the steep slope and over the sharp rocks where we found a place to sit. Will set up his fishing rods and we stayed there together for about an hour, soaking in the peaceful sounds of waves lapping and gulls calling.
Overnight the temperature didn't drop below 11°C and when morning came Vicky was able to do her Pilates outside for the first time in ages!Read more