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Published: July 24th 2019
Our five days in Breganze were at an end and it was time to start the long journey home.
First stop were the Dolomites, Italy. The scenery was absolutely breathtaking with the tall craggy grey mountains towering up against the clear, deep blue sky.
Every turn of the road brought on a new amazing view. The camera was on overtime and the journey took much longer as we were constantly stopping by the roadside to take photos.
We stayed in a small traditional guest house the first night set in the tranquil little village of San Vito di Cadore.
Next day we moved further along on the long road home. After another day exploring the area we stopped off at Cortina De Ampezzo where the winter olympics had been held in 1956. There was still evidence all around. From there we drove up a winding road and took the footpath up to a high peak. At 6pm we arrived at our second stop. It turned out to be a solitary hotel perched on the top of a mountain. As we approached a rain shower began and within minutes of arriving the mist sank down and enveloped the road, we
were grateful to have arrived before darkness fell. It was warm and cosy in the hotel. Next day we awoke to clear blue skies again and wonderful views from our bedroom window.
The next day the drive was to be the most memorable ever so far on this trip. We had one more stop in Italy and the road to it was via the Stelvo Pass. Stan had been telling me about this pass for several years and about how winding it was, so I was intrigued to experience it myself.
The weather that day started off fine but as the morning progressed it became more and more grey. As we began to wind our way up the Stelvio Pass it began to rain and as we got ever higher the mist kicked in too but not so bad we couldn't see the road. Just as Stan had told me the hairpin bends just kept on coming. 46 in all. we also had the disadvantage that the steering wheel was on the wrong side of the car. As we negotiated each bend we either had a steep drop down the side of us on the outside of the
bend or when we were on the inside of the bend, it was practically impossible to see what was coming towards us ( quite often in the middle of the road!) there were numerous motorbikes zooming around and several push bikes to be overtaken as well as other cars. The pass was a lot busier than I had expected. My job was to look behind us at the road ahead and above ( yeah, sounds crazy I know, looking behind, but think about it!)) to try and see what was approaching then say " right its clear I cant see anything coming , go now" and Stan would negotiate the bend. Occasionally something would be right on the bend that had been impossible to see and both parties would dodge closer to their own side. Not an easy monouver!
Pleased to say we made it in one piece and even managed to stop at the top to take a photo of the great wall of snow at the side of the road. Once at the top of course we had to go down the other side so the hairpin bends began all over again. Not quite as difficult this
side as we didn't have to worry about getting up the steep road at the same time as negotiating the bend.
We spent a pleasant night in a small village which was to be our last in Italy.
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