Porec to Italia
It was getting hot when we left Vrsar, Betsy was in a good mood as we left. The she hugged the coast until she came into Porec. Her first attempt at resting was a disaster. She was about to go into the car park when dad notices she was too big to get out again. After a bit of shoogling she was off again. This time she drove down to the shore an found a place to rest. Ok were here so lets go explore. We walked in to the main bit of town when a peoplesee dragged us into his shop. He said he had everything. He did have a lot of stuff and eventually sold mum a Christmas tree bauble and dad bought a sticker for Betsy. The town nice, it was more oldy worldly than Vrsar.
Porec was also flatter than Vrsar It was much easier to walk around here especially in the heat. Poppys would come back here.
Diversion over it was time to hit the road. Betsy headed into the countryside. She went down lots of small roads and started to climb into the hills. On and on she went higher and higher. We passed a hilltop town called Motovun. Betsy pulled in. Mum and Dad had a quick talk. Mum, Dad, we really don’t want to walk up that hill. “OK Poppy, we won’t go”, said Dad.
Betsy fired up and headed off again. After a while Croatia turned into Slovinia. Slovinia came and went and we were back in Italia and the big Autostradas. We cruised for miles and miles, windows open to let in some breeze.
When she got to Mestre the voce in the phone sent her on a wild goose chase. Betsy saw more of Mestre than she wanted to. She bravely battled her way out of the city to the quiet roads heading towards Padova. She was running beside a canal when she slowed and pulled in. Mmmm this must be camp. She found a space where the tents were ment to live and stopped. It was a long day camp all set up we ate at the camps pizza place for dinner. After patrol it was straight to bed.