For anyone out there reading this stuff, please be aware that Lostintransit is now spending Easter in Treviso airport carpark and the journey will hopefully resume on 6th April.
I had a slow departure from the Venetian lagoon shore this morning: the clocks going forward didn't help, but with a little break in the journey now planned I spent some time cleaning, and refurbishing.
I had intended to spend a night in another camper spot in Treviso,but first I wanted to be certain that my van would actually fit in to the carpark at Treviso airport that I had booked for the next day (but not yet paid for). I felt that I had better eyeball this today,and a good thing I did because all the three carparks were tiny, the largest probably no bigger than 200 places,with small parking slots and very tight corners and entry and exit routes.I parked up on the road and walked through all of the options. There really was nowhere the van would fit into.Eventually I spotted that one carpark(actually the one I was booked into)extended into a big garage,with great big doors .In the middle of this were three extra large bays,each with enough room for the van .The exit bend out of the car park, at 90 degrees round a concrete bollard ,looked tricky,but I paced it out and reckoned I could do it.As there was no charge for 10 mins,I gave it a test run-yes I could do it,by going down a short route stating 'No Entry' I could get into the garage.I just squeezed out of the tight car park exit.
Having thought about it for a bit,I decided that,as I didn't know if it would be busier or quieter tomorrow ,I ought to get the van into the car park permanently, now ,while those 3 spaces still were available, as there was absolutely nowhere else.
Having done that ,I then toyed with the idea of spending the night in the van,but thought that might be pushing it a bit,especially as as the carpark rules were displayed in English stating no staying in your vehicle any longer than it takes to park it. I am thankful that, although my van is a long wheelbase, it has always seemed significantly the smallest campervan in the parks I've been in. Some of them are absolute monsters, and all of these would have had absolutely no chance in this carpark.
I did a quick bit of internet research on Booking.com and discovered vacancies at an Agroturismo (il Cascinale) just a mile away cross the fields for £27 per night, and I booked in. I thought I might be able to walk over to it ,but a dual carriageway bridge over the river,with no pedestrian access, foiled that Idea and I had to return to the airport and get a taxi. This turned out to be a rip-off, with the airport taxis charging a set rate of 20 euros to anywhere in Treviso, and as my journey took just 5 minutes it was an expensive ride.
The accommodation was in contrast extremely good value, in a nice villa which used to be the farmhouse,with conventional modern hotel rooms.The farm has its own vines, and also seems to market garden lettuce of various types(there were pictures up of their various varieties of radicchio, one of which I later learnt is known to Italians by the name 'Treviso').Their farm restaurant is only open at weekends so I was lucky to catch it for dinner that evening ,when I treated myself to the 'farm tasting menu'. This consisted of numerous courses of local food from the cooperative,and 1/4 litre of the farm's own white wine,and the same of of their red wine,thown in, all for a total of just for £16.This was quite possibly the biggest meal I have ever eaten: and the portions were not fancy, but solid farm portions. There were three types of starter,then two different pasta dishes,then the main course was a trio of turkey, chicken, and guinea fowl .I was a little apprehensive as to what I might get as the English menu I was initially given included a horse steak,and a colt dish, but I'm not sure how good the translation was ,because Roast Howl was also on the menu: whether this was fowl or owl I have no idea.After pudding, I was then given a glass of the farm's home made Amaro Raddichio. This is probably the first time I've had a lettuce liquor. If you know Amaro Montenegro, which I love, Amaro Raddichio was rather like that except a bit more bitter, and very good.
The following morning I enjoyed a good breakfast, again from local produce(assorted cold meats etc.), and felt duty bound to correct the menu mis-translations which had caused me some amusement the night before. I also was determined to avoid the expensive taxi ride back to the airport and with the help of google maps I plotted a walking route over a small bridge upstream through some leafy suburbs, a walk of about 4 miles. As I was in no rush and just had a small rucksack of overnight stuff to carry this was a pleasant walk.