Fünf Dörfer sollen es sein

The second night in our small motorhome, our Jumper, is coming to an end and Basti hasn't slept much. The tiny cold with the blocked sinuses, which caused a headache at the Brenner, is slowly spreading to the lungs as well. Breathing through the nose is not really trendy in his bloodline anyway. But who would let themselves be bothered by a little cold - certainly not us.

Around noon, the motorhome is packed again and the only thing missing is the decision on where to go. Venice or Cinque Terre was the question of the previous day, with a strong tendency towards Cinque Terre. After all, we were in Lerici last year around the same time, and we were actually very interested to see if it is still so beautiful there. The decision was therefore easy, Venice is always overcrowded and after our first Italian pasta session with pesto, fresh refilled water tank (it goes surprisingly fast and smoothly with closed drain valves) we set off further south. The choice of campsite fell on the "Cinque Terre", not quite cheap, but with 2 km to the sea and decent pitches. The last kilometers on the approach were a challenge for Chrissi, how can they build such tight curves here, but a distance of 5 cm to all guardrails and oncoming convertibles could always be maintained, and after about three hours of driving we arrived at the place.

Relatively quiet compared to our first place and pleasantly shady. The air was also much more pleasant now near the sea. After the professional registration at the reception, "BIG CAR" and Chrissi fully stretching her span between her palms, we were assigned a pleasantly large pitch on which we spread out. Unloading the bikes, putting up the awning, setting up our dining area, it all feels routine already and our camp is set up within a few minutes.

The stomach is starting to rumble, the noodles are a bit old, and tonight we're going to cook something decent ourselves for the first time. With meat and all. So off we go on the bikes, a short detour to the sea, where thanks to the considerable swell we can watch some surfers, and off to the supermarket.

At the well-stocked meat counter, we decide on two juicy-looking pork chops - it's going to be Jägerschnitzel. We look in vain for fresh mushrooms among the vegetables, but instead we found pickled ones relatively quickly, and we also didn't ignore the two-for-one offer of pickled artichokes. With a fully packed backpack and an empty stomach, we struggle back up the hill to our campsite, and about an hour later we enjoy our delicious meaty meal with the specially imported rosé wine from La Vialla.

Around ten, fatigue overcomes us with the approaching darkness, and we go to bed well fortified. The rooster on the neighboring farm crows once again as a goodnight greeting, and our eyes close surprisingly quickly. Our little adventure to the south is quite exciting.