Driving is stressful, not only because of the erratic nature of fellow road users, but away from toll roads, potholes and unexpected hazards abound. As a pedestrian, outside of 'areas pedonale' often there is no pavements and you weave your way up the street dodging picturesquely parked cars and passing traffic, often driven by people more interest in their mobile phones than the road ahead. Then there are the unexpected complication of everyday life. For example, we stopped for fuel yesterday, a simple enough task you might think, until you came to choose the pump. There were three rows of them, each with a diesel pump selling the same fuel for a different price. The deluxe experience could be purchased at 1.42 per litre in row A, where orange-overalled Erg elves would fill-the vehicle at a premium. In row B, it was self service, but you handed your cash to an attendant. Here you got a discount and the diesel cost 1.30 per litre. Row C was the bargain basement of fuel retailing where the pump was self service and you used a card machine to pay - 1.22 per litre - that's the one for impoverished retirees like us! Except the pump could only be accessed from the left hand side, and the position of our fuel cap requires we use the other side. Crestfallen, we stumped up the mid-range price. I realise these are all minor irritations, but they stack up, especially when the weather is more Pennine than Apennine, blustery and cold.
Originally we had considered stopping by Lake Bolsena, but opted instead to stay at the Cantina Sociale of the wine DOC with the unlikely name of 'Est! Est! Est!' The place has a free camper park with EHU next to the Cantina's shop selling wine and other local produce. Even on a dull Sunday in early March both the Camperstop and the retail outlet were surprisingly busy.