Provincia di Foggia

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  • Day218

    Lago di Lésina wild camp

    January 30, 2017 in Italy ⋅

    We'd been making an effort to reach more southerly climes where the daylight would last longer, the temperature would be warmer and we wouldn't feel the need to top up on LPG every 5 days. We were consequently excited to reach the Gargano peninsula (or the dew claw of Italy as Vicky has nicknamed it).

    The terrain we travelled through changed from rolling hills and winding roads to flat land and Roman straight roads. Some plants struggled to grow in the fields either side of us and were replaced by palm trees and the large wild cacti that seemed to thrive in the sandy soil.

    We passed a group of three young women / girls at the side of the road. It broke our hearts as we then drove past eight more standing by themselves in laybys or at junctions. Prostitution itself is legal in Italy but soliciting or prostitution organised by a third party is not.

    At lunchtime we stopped at a beach car park down a dead end road near Lésina Marina. The tourist infrastructure was in evidence but standing empty and the winds had blown the fine sand over much of the parking area. It was a super beach, long and soft underfoot. We fought the temptation to stay and instead continued to the thin stretch of land separating the long Lésina Lagoon from the open sea. The area was sparsely populated and it was a relief to get away from the resorts and into what we felt was a more authentic rural Italy. However, the roads that came with authentic rural Italy were not a relief! The map had shown a small through road along the seaward side of the lagoon so we turned off the heavily cratered main road and after a while, came to a heavily cratered, compacted gravel track. We carried on until the compacted gravel turned to compacted sand and the bushes either side closed in and threatened to scrape the sides of the van. The one advantage of these 'roads' was that not many people used them! On the way in we'd seen a grassy area just 50m away from the water and made the decision to park up there for the night.

    There was a considerable amount of rubbish about but tge sky was blue, the air warm (12°C!) and the sun sparkling on the water as it started its journey downwards. We did the only logical thing and went on a canoe paddle to Lésina, the town 3km over the other side of the lagoon! It was so relaxing to be on the water feeling the warmth on our faces. We returned 90 minutes later just in time to see the sun set as Little Egrets flew to their night roosts, silhouetted against the amber glow in the sky.
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  • Day219

    Parco Nazionale del Gargano wild camp

    January 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!
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  • Day220


    February 1, 2017 in Italy ⋅

    Our drive through the Gargano National Park forest was bewitching. Pines, whose bark was reddish brown grew around us but the sun was high so they didn't block the light. On the ends of their branches grew pine cones and on more than a hundred of these, we saw large woven silk balls with a slight yellow tinge. We thought at the time they were spiders' nests and had a closer inspection. The silk was extremely strong when we touched it with our walking pole. With a little amount of research we found out they were the nests of Processional Pine Caterpillars, described as 'one of the most unpleasant creatures you will find'. The hairs of the caterpillar are harpoon like and the chemicals can cause harmful reactions to humans and other mammals. Depending on the stage of their life cycle they can even shoot hairs out as a porcupine type defence mechanism. They irritate the skin and in some severe cases can cause shock. They march in a nose to tail procession eating pine needles. We are going to have to be a bit more careful about investigating local wildlife!

    Elsewhere, pines were replaced by olive plantations as far as the eye could see while closer to, the blue flowers of wild rosemary bloomed at the side of the road. On flatter land, vibrant green wheat fields stretched out into the distance and the seed heads of wild fennel balanced on long stalks as the plants grew wild like nettles would in the UK. The road we took kept our eyes entertained as it wound in and out, giving us glimpses of beautiful coves, beaches and cliffs.

    Upon leaving this gorgeous peninsula we headed south west onto flatlands. The town of Lucera had a large car park with the basic facilities, so we got ourselves settled for the night. Palms grew on the grassed patches at either end of the area but there was a mass of broken glass, dog mess and litter strewn around. The atmosphere was a lively one, many people having driven there to socialise with friends. As evening wore on the sounds of car engines revving, tyres squealing, horns beeping, people calling out and a few fireworks being let off became increasingly intrusive and it was not until close to midnight that the place quietened down.

    We hadn't formed a good impression of Lucera but before leaving we decided to give the it a chance to change our minds. Heading up into the old town, the streets were no less dirty and the much of the pavement not fit for the purpose, but through the high arch and within the town walls, Lucera's character started to show through. Around our car park we'd seen a handful of individual fruit or fish stalls. These continued within the old town, adding vegetables and clothes stalls into the mix. It couldn't be described as a market as they weren't collected together, just erected wherever the stallholder thought best. There was a buzz to the place as groups gathered on the street to chat. We wanted some fennel and thought we might try some intriguing looking loose leafed broccoli (cima di rappa) on sale at the same stall. The seller was very keen that we got the right amount, prepared and cooked it correctly. He threw back the two plants we'd selected and gathered about 4 times as much, which he then started breaking off and slicing in a particular way, instructing us that it must be boiled, then cooked with pasta and eaten with olive oil. We came away with this and three times as much fennel as we'd wanted but it only cost €3 so we weren't unhappy. The experience had given us a better flavour of Lucera and the character of its inhabitants.
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Provincia di Foggia, Foggia

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