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Monday, June 11, 2012

travels to Europe in a caravan

Travel trailer is a great way to experience freedom, contact with nature, seeing and experiencing things that are not available to those who purchase their holidays in the agency and who buys a movie ticket. I speak, of course, to travel, not to vacation in a crowded beach camping. I speak of knowing towns, cities, countries. From lost in Galicia, Extra (good place to get lost if it is not summer) or in the Algarve, or travel long distances and across borders with the advantage of carrying your house on his back and knowing that you enjoy freedom of improvise your itinerary ...
 Tent or caravan ¿?If you have a small car and / or little money, no choice but to resort to traditional tent or trailer tent. The latter is not a bad invention. For long trips, presents, as opposed to simply store in addition to the obvious benefit of convenience to sleep (an advantage that you appreciate more over the years), that has no place in the trunk of the car and allows charge your part of the luggage rack. In front of the caravan, offers the advantage that your car it will go much more carefree and consume far less fuel. But its disadvantages are important: mount and unmount the store every day is laborious and requires considerable time, the canvas does not isolate you from outside noise and not cold in the wintertime, and you do not have refrigerators or cabinets where the hanging lead clothing. The trailer gives you all these amenities and many others: have your toilet particular (you can also use during the journey by road), you can enjoy an electric heater in the winter (so if your caravan does not have gas heating, etc.). And if you use a canopy instead of the classic journey forward, the tasks that have to do to reach your destination are minimal: remove the four legs of the caravan, awning and secure place the four winds. And connect to an electrical outlet, of course. If you pass and it gets hot, you can even save the installation of the awning.¿... Or motorhome?
The campers are becoming increasingly fashionable. Have obvious advantages and undeniable, but also have a serious drawback: if you leave the car at the campsite you run out of means of transport, and if you bring the vehicle will, in most cases that proceed to checkout to pay before out and also lose your pitch on the campsite and you have to order another round. And, moreover, find serious parking problems (if you had crossed his mind the idea of ​​leaving that huge junk in any paid parking, forget it). Most of those traveling by motor home loaded with a couple of bikes or a bike for commuting in situ. For certain types of travel and in some countries, this may actually be a good solution. But I do not like being limited in my movements, and I prefer to use the car having left the caravan installed at the campground.Drivers towing a caravan is not difficult. Even sometimes you forget that you carry, which can be dangerous. Of course, when the road turns uphill you are forced to use the gear shift and you have the feeling that has become enormously heavy. By the way, never ever try to tow a large caravan of low vehicle weight and low power. Ideally, just the opposite: towing a small caravan (of four seats) with a car heavy enough and powerful.Some anecdotesOnce we set out to reach Budapest. Just outside Malaga, I noticed that one of the caravan tires losing air, so every afternoon I had to check the pressure and get it ready for the next day. As the days passed, the losses were considerable and had to use the wheel inflator with increasing frequency. Thus, after passing through Spain, France, Switzerland and Austria, arrived to Budapest. Four or five days later, after thoroughly kicked Buda and Pest (beautiful, btw), we set off again with the intention of spending the night in the Austrian city of Graz had not yet gone many miles when, concerned by the wheel, I stopped on the shoulder to check the pressure ... and discovered that the tire had a screw stuck! We had crossed half of Europe with a flat tire.On another occasion we were in southern Italy. We got there to see Naples, Vesuvius and the ruins of Pompeii. Our camping guide recommended one called Vulcano Solfatara, who was in the town of Pozzuoli. Thither we went. We arrived when it was getting dark. We settled and, being already dark, we sat down to dinner. The campsite was nice and comfortable, but during dinner, we got a strong smell of sulfur. The wind changed and the smell disappeared, but shortly afterwards returned with even greater intensity. We slept quite intrigued.The next morning, sunlight allowed us to solve the mystery: the camp was located inside the huge crater of an active volcano, with its smoke and everything. Campers had the advantage of being free to visit the Volcano (non campers were charged admission).Do not blame you if you think I'm kidding. In your place, I believe it. But you can easily find out for sure: I suggest you search on Google Vulcano Solfatara camping.The following year, after crossing Spain, France and Germany, arrived in Prague. We intend to stay there for several days and the campsite we had references in the city itself was packed and it was not nice, so we headed to another on the banks of the Vltava, about 40 km. away. Located in a beautiful setting, was occupied mainly by Czechs who spent their summer vacations there (campsites located far from major centers of tourist attraction and major highways are often, logically, little visited by foreigners). There camp and from there each day, we went to Prague. But we had to overcome a difficulty: the language barrier proved to be higher in that place than in others. The camp was run by an elderly gentleman, who did not speak a word of English or French. He seemed to speak a language other than Czech. I was already thinking it would be completely impossible to get along with him when he stepped in a friendly tourist who told us in English, also spoke the old German, who was his language (hers), and offered to make interpreter. So I, for better or worse, I headed to Ms. English, translating my words into German. The old mentally focused to translate into Czech and German answer. His answer was translated into English and I commented to my wife in Spanish. And back again. Luckily we did not talk about philosophy. On taking leave of us, Mrs. summed up the situation: clear, he said, you could not understand you with the old because he speaks only Czech and German and you only English and Italian.You can see more photographs and satellite images Viajesyfotos.netShare: Share Twitter

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