Drizzle

The trouble with the ferrys aside from how infrequent they are, is the inability to be able to hop on, hop off. Had we wanted to disembark at Salo on our return from Gardone we would have had to pay again to travel from Salo to Portese even though we had already paid for that leg of the journey. So instead we ended up returning to the hotel and playing a game of scrabble in the almost deserted hotel bar, returning to our room and after an hour or so reading our holiday novels enduring yet another strange combination of dinner offerings. 

This morning, true to the weather forecast the mist had closed in and a persistent rain was falling. The lake, calm up until now had developed a definite swell and fairly big waves were crashing on the beach. We forwent the ferry and opted to shrug on our rain coats to explore locally.

Soggy veiw from balcony of our room. 

Exploring did not take long.  It was not possible to walk along the edge of the lake very far in either direction, just past the harbour a large hotel owns the private beach forcing you up into the hills onto a busy road with no walkway, the other direction simply had no walkway leaving you to scrabble over rocks and pebbles. Wet from the rain and somewhat despondent we retired back to our room. 

Unlike many of the Jet2 customers, TUI had failed to inform us that the rooms had no tea or coffee making facilities. Jet2 customers forewarned had provided themselves with travel kettles. We thought maybe the slightly larger shop on the nearby campsite might cater for us parched TUI customers so back out into the drizzle we went. We managed to get a corkscrew for the wine we had bought in Garda and a better selection of snacks but alas no kettle. 

We are beginning to wonder what everyone does here, and if we are somehow missing the point. It seems we are not the only ones. We braved the elements one more time to go buy an expensive coffee from the hotel bar. There was only one other couple there. Where has everyone gone? There is nothing to do round here yet very few people had boarded the ferry as we had watched. The other couple, a pair from Rochdale, asked us to join them. I think with the place being so remote people are desperate for company as we have never chatted to so many complete strangers. We are all relentlessly asking each other for ideas of places to go and things to see. 

After a pleasant exchange with our next new friends we returned to our room to watch Spurs inevitable loss against Brentford, and to look forward to our evening meal!

 Soggy veiw in other direction from our balcony.