The worst thing of a camping holiday is probably having to pack up while its pouring down with rain. Did just that dressed in shorts and my rain-coat (trying to keep all my other stuf dry in the car) Dealing with soggy tents is never fun and Bart's tent turned out to be no exception.

After packing up we headed for the hills on the theory:"It's probably dry on the other side of the mountain". Found out that taking a C-road to get over a mountain is very time-consuming. Loads of corners, loads of rain but eventually we made it to Parma, 4 hours later, where we found the local campsite (after some problems) and... got told that they only accepted caravans. Arse!!!

Drove 30 km more and pitched the tent on a large campsite, which looked like a ghost-town (hundreds of caravans placed there by their owners, who probably don't show up till the height of summer). After barbecue-ing dinner, a walk into town showed us that we were by far the youngest people in the whole village (the average age of the people on the street being 85). Looks like it's some sort of an old-people resort. Weird!