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Breezybus, Strasbourg (2026)

21/06/2026

BreezyBus Alpine Tour 2026 – Day 29, 15km walked

TL;DR-After a good night’s sleep, we were up early and caught the train from Molsheim to Strasbourg. The rail system seemed surprisingly relaxed, with no ticket barriers or validation machines at either end of the journey. Leaving the station, we followed one of the branches of the Rhine around the city centre. The area was quiet and fairly uninspiring, although things improved around the Palais du Rhin with its impressive buildings and gardens. Even so, Strasbourg hadn’t quite won us over yet.

That changed as we headed towards the Cathedral. The streets became older and more picturesque, shops began opening, and the city started to come alive. The Gothic Cathedral was hugely impressive, and nearby we found a café offering a pain au chocolat and espresso for €3.50. We grabbed a table, waited for the freshly baked pastries, and enjoyed a leisurely breakfast while people-watching in the square.

From there we explored the old town and the beautiful Petite France district, wandering narrow streets, medieval bridges and canals. Ali found a new sun hat and received some running shoe advice but decided not to buy after discovering the shoes were much cheaper direct from the manufacturer. Along the riverside, restaurants were packed with diners enjoying Tarte Flambée, the local speciality, which looked rather like a very thin pizza.

After looping around the city, we found a quieter restaurant in a small square and decided to try it ourselves. Ali chose a Munster cheese version while I went for the Forestière with Gruyère and mushrooms. Accompanied by a carafe of local Riesling, it was delicious and excellent value.

Later we returned to Molsheim and explored the town, discovering an aviary near the campsite. Ironically, several storks had built a nest on top of it, complete with nearly grown chicks, and we spent a while watching them before treating ourselves to ice creams.

Back at camp, the shaded pitch had kept the van pleasantly cool. We relaxed with a b**r, enjoyed a simple dinner of salad and sausages, and looked forward to another quiet evening—until neighbouring campers ignored the 10pm noise curfew and chatted loudly well into the night.

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We had a good night’s sleep and were up and ready to go just after 8, walking to the station and getting the train into Strasbourg Central Station. There was no ticket barrier to get onto the train, no reader to validate the tickets and at Strasbourg, again no barriers to get out of the station. We headed out of the station and began walking around, following one of the branches of the Rhine that circles the city centre. This part of the city wasn’t particularly attractive and was very quiet. Eventually we found some more impressive older buildings and gardens near the Palais du Rhin, but nothing was particularly grabbing our attention, and I wasn’t really getting a feel for Strasbourg at this point.

We decided to head into the centre, making our way towards the Cathedral, and the buildings became older and more picturesque, and as it got closer to 10am, shops were beginning to open. We walked around the outside of the Cathedral, which was very gothic and impressive, then saw an offer for a pain au chocolat and espresso for €3.50, in a café right in the square. That seemed like good value to we took a table and ordered them. They’d only just opened so we had to wait for the pastries to finish baking, but it was worth it as they were delicious when they came. We lingered for a while people watching, getting mildly triggered by the pompousness of some of the other clientele, before settling our bill and setting off to explore some more.

We were now in the old city, and we made our way down to the Petite France area, and explored the little streets, wandered over the mediaeval bridges and barrage, and zigzagged our way around. Ali found a new sun hat and got some running shoe advice but didn’t purchase as the shoes were 50% cheaper direct from the makers! Soz. We wandered past many of the busy restaurants close to the riverside, and a lot of people eating the local delicacy, Tarte Flambe, which looked a little like an anorexic anaemic pizza. However, it was something that came highly recommended to us and we decided we’d seek it out, but not from one of the restaurants on the main thoroughfares.
We did a large loop back around the Cathedral, back up to the northern end of the city before heading back towards Petit France, where we found a lovely restaurant in a small square. We both ordered Tarte Flambe; an ultrathin dough base with Crème Fraiche, a mix of lardons and thinly sliced onions, baked crisp in a bread oven. Ali ordered a ‘Munster’ variety with Munster Cheese, and I ordered a ‘Forestiere’ which had Gruyere cheese and mushrooms. We shared a carafe of local Reisling white w**e. It was all absolutely delicious and very reasonably priced.

After another espresso, we settled up and carried on wandering around, then headed back to the station to get the train back to Molsheim. Before going back to the campsite, we went for a walk around Molsheim and found that they had an aviary near to the campsite that had storks in it. Ironically, three storks had nested on top of the aviary and there were almost fully grown chicks in it with the parents. We spent some time just watching their antics, then headed back into the campsite and bought an ice-cream from reception.

Thankfully, the van had stayed relatively cool in the shade of the trees, and we relaxed for a while with a b**r, before going for showers. Tea was salad and sausages, and once again we had inconsiderate neighbours. This time it was two couples in a large tent talking until late despite the 10pm noise curfew on site. Very annoying!

21/06/2026

BreezyBus Alpine Tour 2026 – Day 29, 15km walked

TL;DR-After a good night’s sleep, we were up early and caught the train from Molsheim to Strasbourg. The rail system seemed surprisingly relaxed, with no ticket barriers or validation machines at either end of the journey. Leaving the station, we followed one of the branches of the Rhine around the city centre. The area was quiet and fairly uninspiring, although things improved around the Palais du Rhin with its impressive buildings and gardens. Even so, Strasbourg hadn’t quite won us over yet.

That changed as we headed towards the Cathedral. The streets became older and more picturesque, shops began opening, and the city started to come alive. The Gothic Cathedral was hugely impressive, and nearby we found a café offering a pain au chocolat and espresso for €3.50. We grabbed a table, waited for the freshly baked pastries, and enjoyed a leisurely breakfast while people-watching in the square.

From there we explored the old town and the beautiful Petite France district, wandering narrow streets, medieval bridges and canals. Ali found a new sun hat and received some running shoe advice but decided not to buy after discovering the shoes were much cheaper direct from the manufacturer. Along the riverside, restaurants were packed with diners enjoying Tarte Flambée, the local speciality, which looked rather like a very thin pizza.

After looping around the city, we found a quieter restaurant in a small square and decided to try it ourselves. Ali chose a Munster cheese version while I went for the Forestière with Gruyère and mushrooms. Accompanied by a carafe of local Riesling, it was delicious and excellent value.

Later we returned to Molsheim and explored the town, discovering an aviary near the campsite. Ironically, several storks had built a nest on top of it, complete with nearly grown chicks, and we spent a while watching them before treating ourselves to ice creams.

Back at camp, the shaded pitch had kept the van pleasantly cool. We relaxed with a b**r, enjoyed a simple dinner of salad and sausages, and looked forward to another quiet evening, but it didn’t quite work out that way…

21/06/2026

BreezyBus Alpine Tour 2026 – Day 28, 113 miles driven

TL;DR-After planning the final days of our trip back to Calais, we decided to spend a day in Strasbourg on our eldest’s recommendation. I found and booked a municipal campsite in Molsheim, west of Strasbourg in the Alsace w**e region, for two nights. It meant a longer drive today but a full day to explore Strasbourg tomorrow.

We’d slept reasonably well despite the overnight disturbance and took our time sorting the van and emptying waste before setting off at 9.30am. The weather was once again glorious, and rather than use the fast roads, we chose a scenic route through the Black Forest.

Our first stop was Feldberg Ski Resort. With open toilets and some lovely-looking walking routes, it immediately earned a place on our future visit list. From there we wound through forested valleys towards Triberg. We’d hoped to visit the famous waterfall, but the town was extremely busy and parking was impossible, so we carried on.

We were deep in cuckoo clock country by then, and our next stop was the world’s largest cuckoo clock, built into the side of a shop. After taking photos, we browsed inside, admiring the traditional wooden mechanical clocks. They have a nostalgic charm that the modern electronic versions simply can’t match.

The rest of the journey was straightforward, apart from spotting several storks along the way. Crossing into France south of Strasbourg, we reached Molsheim campsite at around 2.30pm. Thankfully I’d booked ahead as the site was displaying a “full” sign. Check-in provided some entertainment when a woman tried to skip the queue by claiming she had a reservation, only to be told that everyone else did too.

The campsite was excellent value at €15 per night and included access to the neighbouring open-air pool. Our shaded pitch was ideal in the heat, although the trees blocked Starlink and weakened the Wi-Fi, leaving us reliant on 5G.

After settling in, we walked to the station, just 10 minutes away, and bought flexible train tickets for Strasbourg. Back at camp, we had dinner, caught up on writing and a little editing, then settled in for the night.

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Last night we’d planned the last few days of this trip as we headed back to Calais for the ferry. On recommendation from our eldest, we decided to spend a day in Strasbourg tomorrow, so we needed a campsite nearby. I’d found a municipal campsite in Molsheim, west of Strasbourg in the northern region of the Alsace w**e area and had booked two nights there. This gave us a long drive on Tuesday, but a full day in Strasbourg. We’d slept quite well despite the disturbance, and didn’t rush, sorting out the van and all the wastewater etc., and were on the road by 9.30.

It was another lovely sunny day. We didn’t want to take the fast roads and had a couple of stops planned in the Black Forest, so the route took us east for a while. We stopped at the Feldberg Ski Resort as it had open toilets, and it looked like a lovely place to walk from, so that was added into our places to visit list. The route soon took a turn to the north, and we meandered up and down forested valleys to Triberg where we had hoped to see the waterfall, but the parking was a nightmare, and it was very busy. We were right in Cuckoo Clock territory now, and our next stop was the largest Cuckoo Clock in the world, build into the side of a clock shop. We took a few photos, went into the shop and admired the clocks, preferring the traditional wooden and full mechanical clocks, over the electronic ones or more modern looking ones. There’s something very nostalgic about them.

The rest of the drive was uneventful other than a few Stork sightings on the way. We crossed into France just south of Strasbourg, and arrived at Molsheim campsite around 2.30pm, which was right at peak check-in time. I was glad I’d booked as they had a sign out saying that they were full. There was a bit of drama at check-in when a disabled woman was apparently trying to queue-jump saying that she had a reservation. It was pointed out to her by the staff that everybody in the queue had a reservation!

I checked us in. This site was walking distance to the train station, and being a municipal site, was excellent value at €15 a night, including access to the open-air swimming pool next door if we wanted it. We were allocated a pitch which was fully shaded by tall trees. Ideal in the hot sun, but it had weak WIFI and weren’t able to use our Starlink due to the tree cover. We had to rely on the 5G, but this meant limited editing as that’s very data heavy (and I’m still playing catchup anyway!). We got set up, relaxed for a bit, then decided to walk to the station to see how long it was going to take to get there, and research the tickets needed. It took just 10 minutes’ walk, and the very nice lady at the ticket office explained that we could by a €4 ticket each way but be limited to a timed train with no changes or pay €5 and travel any time at all. We opted for the anytime tickets and bought them to save time in the morning. We wandered back to the campsite and made some tea, then it was back to writing and limited editing before we settled in for the night.

21/06/2026

BreezyBus Alpine Tour 2026 – Day 28, 113 miles driven

After planning the final days of our trip back to Calais, we decided to spend a day in Strasbourg on our eldest’s recommendation. I found and booked a municipal campsite in Molsheim, west of Strasbourg in the Alsace w**e region, for two nights. It meant a longer drive today but a full day to explore Strasbourg tomorrow.

We’d slept reasonably well despite the overnight disturbance and took our time sorting the van and emptying waste before setting off at 9.30am. The weather was once again glorious, and rather than use the fast roads, we chose a scenic route through the Black Forest.

Our first stop was Feldberg Ski Resort. With open toilets and some lovely-looking walking routes, it immediately earned a place on our future visit list. From there we wound through forested valleys towards Triberg. We’d hoped to visit the famous waterfall, but the town was extremely busy and parking was impossible, so we carried on.

We were deep in cuckoo clock country by then, and our next stop was the world’s largest cuckoo clock, built into the side of a shop. After taking photos, we browsed inside, admiring the traditional wooden mechanical clocks. They have a nostalgic charm that the modern electronic versions simply can’t match.

The rest of the journey was straightforward, apart from spotting several storks along the way. Crossing into France south of Strasbourg, we reached Molsheim campsite at around 2.30pm. Thankfully I’d booked ahead as the site was displaying a “full” sign. Check-in provided some entertainment when a woman tried to skip the queue by claiming she had a reservation, only to be told that everyone else did too.

The campsite was excellent value at €15 per night and included access to the neighbouring open-air pool. Our shaded pitch was ideal in the heat, although the trees blocked Starlink and weakened the Wi-Fi, leaving us reliant on 5G.

After settling in, we walked to the station, just 10 minutes away, and bought flexible train tickets for Strasbourg. Back at camp, we had dinner, caught up on writing and a little editing, then settled in for the night.

20/06/2026

BreezyBus Alpine Tour 2026 – Day 27, 48 miles driven and walked

TL;DR-After a peaceful night, we set off early and crossed into Germany at Bad Säckingen. Almost immediately we found ourselves surrounded by the winding roads, deep valleys and endless evergreen forests of the Black Forest, a region that quickly won us over. Our destination was Todtnau, where after a hunt for parking we discovered three attractions close together: a huge toboggan run, a waterfall and a suspension bridge.

On the way to the toboggan run we passed a charity hot dog stall and promised ourselves we’d return later. The run was far larger than any we’d previously ridden, using a chairlift to transport riders and sleds to the top. For €15 each, we enjoyed the lift ride and stunning views across the forest. Unfortunately, being a busy Saturday, the descent wasn’t quite the thrilling experience we’d hoped for. A slow-moving family group ahead, particularly one young rider, caused a chain reaction of braking all the way down the track. Fun, but frustrating, and a reminder that the best runs are probably first thing in the morning.

Back at the van, we swapped wheels for walking boots and followed an AllTrails route up through the forest to the impressive Todtnauer Waterfall. Towering above the gorge was the Blackforestline suspension bridge. As we’d already climbed most of the way there, we decided it was worth paying €12 to cross. The bridge stretches 440 metres across the valley and stands 120 metres above the ground. Walking on the swaying metal grid was an experience in itself, but the panoramic views across the forest made it unforgettable.

After a brief navigational error that sent us towards Todtnauberg instead of Todtnau, we found the correct path back to town. The hot dog seller was packing up but still had a few sausages left, so we finally enjoyed the €3 hot dogs we’d been eyeing all day. Afterwards, we treated ourselves to cake at a local bakery: a genuine Black Forest gateau for me and a kiwi-lemon tart for Ali. Both were excellent.

With evening approaching, we secured a place at the town’s Stellplatz for €10. The evening was peaceful until a neighbouring rental motorhome arrived. Its occupants seemed oblivious to how far sound travels, and after one loud conversation practically beside our pop-top, I had to politely ask for quiet. Thankfully they apologised, settled down, and we enjoyed a good night’s sleep.

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After a quiet night, we were on the move by 7.45am, having waved goodbye to our Dutch neighbour. It was a bright sunny day with very little cloud, and we headed north towards Germany, crossing the border at Bad Säckingen, and very soon we were into winding roads, never-ending evergreen forests, and deep branching valleys. This was the Black Forest region, and it was beautiful. We headed to the town of Todtnau, and after driving around a bit, eventually found somewhere to park. We’d noticed a huge toboggan run on a hillside as we were looking for parking, and I’d saved this in my ‘points of interest’ that I’d compiled for this trip. Also nearby was a waterfall that was worth seeing, and a very high foot suspension bridge.

We decided to go and look at the toboggan run. As we walked to it, we passed the tourist information and noticed someone selling hotdogs outside for a charity event they were running. We were tempted but decided to wait as we’d only just eaten breakfast. The toboggan run was far longer than any we’d already done, and rather than being towed up sitting on the toboggan, it was accessed by a ski lift that was adapted to carry both seated passengers, mountain bikes and the toboggans themselves. The cost for both the ski lift and toboggan run was €15. You could make the run cheaper by avoiding the ski lift and walking up, but we decided we’d do a walk in the afternoon instead. Being a Saturday, there was a reasonable queue and there were a lot of multi-generational families going up to do the run. We paid, and very soon we were on our way up on the lift.

At the top, we went for a short walk around and took in the views across the forest. It’s a beautiful region that we want to come back to and explore some more. We were again tempted by the hotdogs at the snack bar at the top which were very reasonably priced, but resisted, and joined the queue for the run down. Ali suggested that she go first, promising that she’d go as fast as she could to not slow me down and I could slow to create a gap between us. That was the plan anyway, but it didn’t pan out like that! Ahead of us were some quite small children with their parents and grandparents. They set off and one of the children was on a toboggan on his own. He was around 8-10 and they were allowed to ride on their own. Off they all went, then Ali set off. The rules on these toboggans are that you must keep 25 metres apart, and it’s up to the rear toboggan to maintain that distance. There had already been an incident of somebody running into somebody else whist we were watching.

I waited as long as I could and then set off. I could see Ali ahead, and before long it was clear that I was gaining on her. Eventually I had no option but to brake and this of course impacted on the people travelling behind me as they then had to brake. It became a pattern of braking, slowing almost to a stop, build a gap, then accelerate and catch up again. Very very frustrating. At the bottom, Ali explained that she was catching the family up but the child on his own had been quite slow and held everybody up, so the knock-on effect had impacted on all of us. In all it was a fun but unsatisfying experience, but by being there on a Saturday it was inevitable. The only way you’d get a clear run down on this epic track was to be the first one up. Maybe we’ll come back one day!

We headed back to the van, sorted out a few bits, then set off for a walk up to the waterfall. We were following an AllTrails route and it took us up into the woods, and a steady climb zigzagging across several small bridges, up to the impressive Todtnauer Waterfall and above it, spanning the wide gorge, was a narrow suspension bridge called The Blackforestline. It had got steadily busier as we’d reached the falls, and the paths had got wider and more graded. It turned out that there was another town at the top of the hill and that’s where most of the sightseers were coming from. We decided that as we’d come so far, we ought to continue up and see the bridge, then decide if we wanted to do it.

We headed up, with the path getting quite steep for a while, but eventually it plateaued out and we walked around to the bridge entrance. The walkway looked very impressive and very high from the side, and we decided that it was worth the €12 to go across it. The price was actually for an out and back walk, but we’d planned to walk back to Todtnau from the other side, rather than repeat the route we’d just done. We paid for the tickets, entered through the turnstile and went onto the bridge. There was quite a height difference between the ends and the middle of the bridge. It’s 440 metres across and is 120 metres from the ground and has a distinct downhill slant as you start across it. You walk on a see-through metal grid, and it sways! The views from the bridge were magnificent. We spent quite a while slowly wandering across enjoying the experience, before making our way up to the exit on the other side.

We set off to walk back to the van but realised that the directions we’d been given by the staff were taking us to Todtnauberg, not Todtnau. Once we’d realised this, we backtracked and found the right path down through the forest. We eventually came out by the church in Todtnau and set off to see if the hot dog seller was still there by the tourist information. He was but they’d finished cooking. There were a few sausages left, so we bought two hot dogs for €3 each. With mustard and ketchup, they were just what we needed, and very tasty. We walked over to the town square to eat them and noticed that behind us was the Gutmann Bäckerei (Bakery) and they were selling an assortment of delicious looking cakes and tarts. As a lover of black cherries, I had to try a genuine Schwarzwälder Kirschtorte (Black Forest Cake), but Ali hates anything other than fresh cherries, so opted for a Kiwi and Lemon tart. We sat in and ordered the cakes. Both were delicious and we lingered over them for a while.

We now had a decision to make. It was quite late in the afternoon, and we needed to find somewhere to stay for the night. Looking on our apps, there was a paid Stellplatz (Motorhome area) at the other end of the town. We made our way there and were relieved to find a space, tucking ourselves into the shade at the far end. At this point there were probably five other vans there and we were all quite spread out. We paid €10 for the night by app, relaxed for a while, made tea and then a rental motorhome pulled in next to us. It soon became apparent that the couple in the van (grumpy old person alert) had no concept of personal space and how sound travels. They were taking it in turns to go outside and smoke, talking loudly to one another whilst they did. We settled down for the night around 10, and at one point it sounded like the man was literally in the pop-top with us. I pulled the curtain aside and he was right next to our van talking to his partner who was inside the van. I had to knock on the window and ask him to be quiet! He apologised and went back inside. Thankfully we were able to get off to sleep and didn’t hear them again.

19/06/2026

BreezyBus Alpine Tour 2026 – Day 26, 106 miles driven

TL;DR-With the weather set to deteriorate, we began our journey back towards home. Ali started the day with a 6km run up the valley, capturing beautiful photos of sunlit peaks through low cloud, though she accidentally added extra distance by running past the campsite entrance. Meanwhile, I settled the campsite bill (80 CHF), packed up, sorted the water, and learned the hard way that expanding hoses stay pressurised after the tap is turned off!

Our first stop was the spectacular Trümmelbach Waterfalls, where meltwater from the Eiger, Mönch and Jungfrau glaciers has carved a series of cascades inside the mountain. After a 30-minute wait due to visitor limits, we took the lift up to cascade six and worked our way to the top before descending through all ten falls. The roar of water, narrow rock channels, swirling chutes and huge caverns made for an unforgettable experience. The spray was intense and we were very glad we’d followed advice to wear waterproofs. Photos barely capture the scale and power of the place.

Back at the van, we revised our plans. Rather than heading to France’s Alsace region, we decided to spend our extra time exploring Germany’s Black Forest. The drive took us via Interlaken, along the shores of Brienzersee, through a remarkable spiralling mountain tunnel, and past several more stunning lakes around Lucerne before reaching the gentler but equally attractive landscapes of Jurapark.

By evening we arrived in Ormalingen, where the local council has converted part of the village car park into two campervan spaces. After a brief worry that both were occupied, we found room and repositioned to give our neighbour more space. Paying the 5 CHF overnight fee required downloading an app, but while I was figuring it out, our neighbour—a Dutchman living in Switzerland—kindly offered to pay for us. His generosity sparked a fascinating hour-long conversation while we cooked supper. As foot traffic along the nearby path faded away, the village became quiet and we settled in for the night.

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The weather was due to turn today so we decided to move on and start heading back towards home. Ali decided to go for a 6k run up the valley and back, getting some cracking photos of the sun on the peaks through the low clouds, but then managed to extend her run somewhat by missing the campsite entrance on the way back! I paid the camping bill – 80 CHF for the two nights, then packed up the van, did all the water stuff, and soaked myself due to unfamiliarity with the physics of expanding hoses; they retain pressure when you turn the tap off, and are hard to bend to stop the water! Once Ali had found her way back and had a shower, we left the campsite and headed for the Trümmelbach Waterfalls a short way away.

These falls are the meltwater for the Eiger, Mönch and Jungfrau glaciers, but what makes them extra special is that they are, in effect, inside the mountain. The river has cut an extremely narrow gorge into the mountainside (less than 1m wide at some points), and there are 10 cascades, now accessed via passages, platforms and paths cut into and through the rock back in 1877. It was approaching midday by the time we got there and there was quite a queue as they’d reached capacity, so it was one in, one out. We waited roughly half an hour, paid 16 CHF each, and were taken up to cascade 6 level of these 10 in a lift within the mountain. We were wearing jumpers and full waterproof coats as we’d read up that it was chilly and very wet inside, so were surprised to see people going in wearing just T-shirts, or wearing flipflops, and we were glad that we’d heeded the warnings.

Inside was a constant roar of white noise, and the spray was heavy in the air. We decided to head right to the top first, then walk down, cascade by cascade. Some of the falls had opened up huge caverns and freely cascaded into pools, and others were in really narrow channels of rock. One was a chute of water that was then corkscrewed around onto itself. It was awesome to see, and photos don’t really do it justice. Hopefully the video gives a bit of a flavour of the experience and the noise. It took around 90 minutes to walk down and see them all, and we then headed out and made our way back to the van to carry on our journey.

Originally, we’d planned to visit the Alsace region of France and some of the pretty towns just over the border, but we had a little more time than originally thought so instead decided to head towards the Black Forest in the south-western region of Germany. We headed back to Interlaken, then along the northern banks of Brienzersee where we stopped for some lunch. When we continued on, the road took an interesting turn (literally) when we entered a curving uphill tunnel, and it just kept on going and going round on itself. The map track looked quite entertaining.

We passed two more beautiful lakes before we got to the outskirts of Lucerne and its lake, and things slowed a bit as we made our way through and out the other side, past yet another lake, before entering the gentler uplands of Jurapark. Not as spectacular as the high rugged peaks, but beautiful, nevertheless. Eventually we got to the village of Ormalingen, where the council had taken four spaces from their village car park and turned them into two spaces for motorhomes or campervans. We had a brief moment of panic turning into the car park and seeing two vans already there, but one was commercial and not parked in one of the spaces. There was a Grand California van in one of the spaces, and we pulled in front on next to it, leaving our side door facing away from the other van, but then decided to turn around and give more space between the vans, much to the relief of the occupant of the other van.

We got set up, and I went over to pay, but it took a bit of working out until I downloaded the app. The other van occupant came over – he was a Dutchman living in Switzerland, and was concerned that I couldn’t sort the machine, kindly offering to pay the overnight charge of 5CHF but I’d managed to pay by app. This kind gesture broke the ice, and we ended up having a very pleasant and interesting chat with him for an hour or so whilst we made supper. There was a bit of foot traffic past the van for a few hours as we were parked next to a footpath, but by 9.30 it had stopped, and we settled down for the night.

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