After a few departures AND an early arrival we both needed a brake from the campsite. We got in my car and drove in the afternoon to Imperia.

At Bordighera we took a turn to follow the road towards DolceAqua. (Thanks Mevr. Bogert for your description of the route, it was indeed a beautiful road, although narrow!!!!!)

We have been driving through the Valle Argentina, running from sea level all the way up to Monte Saccarello at 2200 meters, it reaches the highest altitude of the valleys of Liguria. The road sometimes became soooo narrow, lucky that there were no cars coming from the other side.

We made a stop in Dolceaqua, where people were watching the football game of Italy on the square. We went to a cafe, where Stef was watching a part of the game between the old men of the village. Friendly, as ever and everywhere, the lady pushed his chair a bit more towards the screen, to make sure he had a clear view :)

Then on our way, to Apricale. An art-village. The coll was fantastic, many many curves, but as you know I love driving ralley, and the views on the way!!!!!!!!!!! Just wow! And the flowers on the sides of the road.

At one point we ended up in a village where either the road looked like a dead end or the other 'road' was a very small passage between the houses. Two old men told us we could pass. Do not EVER listen to old men in villages: while going back in reverse I have left (once again) some yellow Fiatpaint on the wall :).

Passing Catel Vittorio over the Colla di Langan, climbing and circling up (1127 m) again. (No, Sjouktje, you would never ever stayed in the car, not even with your eyes closed!).

Then a turn to Triora, which is considered the city of witches. According to legend, there was a terrible famine in 1587, which the population believed was due to a group of evil women who gathered in the crumbling cottage of Cabotina, now an isolated and mysterious place. The Council of Elders thus began a series of trials and torture to force confessions from the women, about 30 of whom were burned at the stake, while others died of hardship and deprivation in the prisons of Genoa.

From Triora back down to drive the Passo della Teglia (1387m), where the 'road' was even becoming more narrow, my little tweety just fitted on it.

At Triora Stef and I already said we were getting a bit hungry (19.00). Being Sunday we once again had trouble finding a nice place to eat. Or no parking space or the restaurant was packed with the Italians on their day out.

Finally (yes, I know, don't ask us tips for restaurants, you will end up starving and eating Pizza for a change :) we parked the car in Alassia (almost home) around 21.00! To the first Pizzaria we saw, having Pizza for a change and back to the campsite, where we came home at 23.30.

But, besides the poor dinner, the rest of the day was beautiful and we enjoyed it very much.

And, as you know by now: click on the tab Foto's and you can see some of the pictures I've made, until duuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh my battery of my camera went flat. For the other pictures look at stefgodschalk.mijnalbum.nl.

Ciaoooooooooooooooooooooooooo