......is Bari. The Italians are finally living up to their reputation.
Until today I haven't found them any worse than anywhere else on mainland
Europe, but today was something else. I have never before been reduced to a
quivering wreck behind the wheel in all my years of driving, including a
trip into New York in a seriously ill hire car!( I think I almost had a
panic attack, I was close to tears!)
So what made it so scary? Its difficult to describe the chaos but basically
imagine a wide 4 lane city centre road, take away all road markings and
then fill the large area of potholed tarmac you see with cars behaving like
bumper cars at the fair, add in the sound of hooting horns, and cars
cutting us up on both sides and you are starting to get the picture.
We were looking forward to a visit to Bari's old town centre, apparently
kasbah like, but after so many close shaves I lost count and then finding
a fairly unappealing place to stay we decided to flee! At the first service
station we came to south of the centre we stopped and Chris was a star,
feeding me sugary tea, hotdogs and a large piece of his home made chocolate
brownie (from the Belgian chocolate book, and its superb!) to steady my
nerves.
Anyway the day has ended really nicely, we headed on to the next place on
our list and are parked tonight on a camperstop in an olive grove, Chris
has made friends with the local cat and we have a nice bottle of local red
wine to share with dinner. More on this town next time......
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