Wednesday, August 8
The journey is almost over. For the last time I remove the tent, wiping out for good, ready for storage. I expect a long descent to the south, probably I plan on sleeping in a lay-by near Nuremberg Meanwhile I'm enjoying the last few kilometers of Denmark, where Rodby until I board the last ferry on this route. The journey takes two hours, and everything is organized on the ferry to spend as much as possible in this short period of time: 2 Duty Free, 2 restaurants, 3 bars and a lot of slot machines, you can pay with any currency in the world!
I savor these two hours of rest with pleasure, as for the rest of stopping time will have to drive as little as possible: the thought of coming home is now dominant. Just landed in Puttgarden, Germany, are lined up in a long line of cars that goes to the highway, do petrol (€'s remit in the portfolio) Going back and crossed the street three weeks ago. The weather was rainy and there's enough traffic, so that a few hundred kilometers from Nuremberg I am stopped on the highway in a big traffic jam due to an accident. I am standing still walking among the cars, when a German motorist from the car to make four chat. With the little German I remember (not even 10 words!) I say I do not speak German, but he did not stop at this insignificant detail and starts talking as if nothing had happened. It is at this point that a great thing happens: I understand what 'it says! Evidently the German learned twenty-five years before and never used is left on standby somewhere and now re-emerges. The traffic jam is extended and then, since I'm 10 in the evening, I lie in my car and I take a nap, interrupted thirty minutes later by the sound of engines being turned back on: in every way! The rest I sleep longer than expected, why not feel any fatigue, then I decide to reach at least Monaco of Bavaria. Monaco reached, a sign tells me that there are less than 500 km to Italy now for me is a 500 km walk, so I stopped a moment to eat and to drink tea and torrential rain, the excess of momentum Austria and two in the morning across the Italian border Brenner. At that time the highway is deserted, the kilometers pass without difficulty and perfect shape and cute as a cricket at four and three-quarters of the morning the car park below the house. The adventure is over, are ready for the next.
