Monday, 01 November 2010
on the way to Certaldo
The sky tears open at noon. To our very delight. We have just waited for a dry day to move on. The continuous rain of the past days was rather depressing. Today's destination is the town of Certaldo, about 22 kilometers from here.
the route goes through narrow lanes
The road winds in a thousand curves and the bad thing happens in a hair-pin bend: In the way that an oncoming driver - a female - touches our motorhome. We stop but cannot communicate in any mutual language. She calls a woman on the telephone who speaks a bit German. She wants to explain to Herbert what there is to do now since it was his fault. But it wasn't his, he tells her. Thereupon, the driver gets all upset and calls for the police. A bit ridiculous, we think, to call for them for these few scratches and no bumps. This same opinion have the police who appear a bit later. We should agree that either one of us should remedy his own damage.
this scratch we get from being touched by the other car
We move on to Certaldo. At the entrance into town we are overtaken by the police. We should follow them, we are indicated. At a traffic light the drivers gets out of his car. "Where do you go?" - "To the camper stop." - "I'll show you the way." That's very kind of them, we think. The camper stop is right in town on a regular car park. But with a water hose and a gully. We want to visit the old town of Certaldo tomorrow.
the police show us the way to the camper stop of Certaldo
today's route ca.
22km
