Adventure Caravanning with Dogs!
Bojana, the owner of Kamp Tura had promised us a proper pitch when someone moved, however we hadn’t realised that it was on a first-come-first-served basis. The campsite was full and pitches that became vacant disappeared immediately! Continue reading “Hunting Dragons; Barefootin’ in Dog-Friendly Ljubljana, Slovenia”
“You can stay here if you want!” cackled the old woman, as she rearranged the flowers on the grave that she was tending.
We had reached a dead end, quite literally, next to a cemetery in Slovenia.
We had come from Verona and had been on the road for hours. We were looking for our first choice of campsite. “I don’t have the address, but we can’t miss it. Vremski Britof is only a small village. I read about the campsite on a blog and it sounds lovely. It’s right by a river!” Mark enthused.
Campsite Dujčeva Domačija was not listed in our Sat Nav. However, we had the postcode and it was that which had led us us confidently down the narrow road to the cemetery. It was the kind of narrow road that had me thinking “I hope that we won’t need to do a U-turn…”
Continue reading “Three Campsites & a Graveyard. The Sandal Saga in Slovenia!”
“IMPOSS-I-BILE!”
We had viewed an apartment for the winter ski season, which had a large parcel of land to the side. “IMPOSS-I-BILE!” was the very Italian reaction to our commitment to pay a deposit straight away if we could leave our caravan parked in a discreet corner of the land over the winter.
I said last time that Italian property rental is very different from the UK. The idea was dismissed out of hand, without consideration. There was not even any attempt to negotiate; to seal the deal and get the money in the bank, months in advance. Two foreigners and a caravan? It was all just way too far out of the ordinary.
