The campsite on lake grammolazo was really nice. Simple facilities and a diving platform for swimming in a lake that seemed to have lots of fish in it. We did quite a bit of swimming but Noah was not able to entice his two young Italian friends in. Italians seem to think that pools are for swimming. The older kid said something about whirlpools sucking you under. Maybe there was something lost in translation.
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| Large fish in lago grammolazo |
The restaurant at the campsite was pretty good too. We had mixed bruschetta for starters, some homemade tortellini and then shared a tagliata di manza (rare steak with some herbs) which was really nice. House wines, though, are a bit poor in comparison to the ones in France.
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| Tagliata di Manza |
We cycled up and over a pass from grammolazo to Vagli. It looked short on the map but it was pretty tough! The hairpins should have been the giveaway. Anyway, it was a beautiful ride
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| Looking back towards Grammolazo valley |
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| Navigation by smartphone |
After a brakepad-shredding descent, worrying about Italian drivers coming around blind corners on the wrong side (actually Italians drive much better around cyclists that Tasmanians!), we arrived in Vagli Sotto and found one of the little restaurants recommended by the owner of the house that we are renting here. These kinds of places are so great. They serve simple, unpretentious food and it's cheap. We had pasta with ragu (Noah), pesto (Bri), walnut sauce ( Stan) followed by spiedini (skewers of meat and peppers) with fried potatoes and a salad. 1 bottle of house white and a mineral water and espressos. The damage? 9 euros each. What would that get you in a Tasmanian restaurant?
After lunch we found our house in the old centre of Vagli, guided by Catia's ( the house owner) father who was somewhat inebriated so soon after his own lunch!
Wow, Vagli is stunning. And our house is beautiful. More on that coming.......
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