Team Ferrari are the first to cross the Italian border hence first round of drinks in Brescia are at the expense of the other teams. Rules are rules even if i have just made them up....
Yes Dan and I made in to our hotel in the village of.... well actually i don't know what it is called... but it is near the Italian Swiss border and it is definitely in Italy, although nobody here actually speaks Italian, they speak a strange german dialect that nobody seems to be able to understand (you can look on this region as the Wales of Italy). Anyway we arrived and our first disappointment was that the hotel car park was virtually on the street with no security and a bunch of unsavoury characters were eyeballing our wares as we drove in. After inquiring at the reception desk i was politely told that there was no garage or alternative parking. Worried and disappointed I returned to the car. Next minute, seeing the Ferrari the hotel manager rushes out, cries "Sacre Bleu" - or at least the strange German dialect version and gesticulates me to get in the car and drive across the road to another building with a large garage - on driving in i am told to park next to his own Ferrari which of course i do. Happy Leo!!! Turns out he is a bit of a fan (in spite of being German) and the hotel walls are adorned with prancing horse regalia.
In spite of this (and definitely not because of) the hotel itself is pretty grotty. The saving grace is its pool, sauna and steam rooms. After driving through the night for 960 miles that is exactly what the doctor ordered. As a matter of fact i think every home should have one. All except for the 95 year old naked german lady that Dan managed to walk in on - poor chap is going to need some counselling when he gets home.
Now, beered and dined we are heading to bed as the ungodly hour of 8.30pm. Tomorrow the Stelvio pass awaits - photos and hopefully video awaits!
Leo
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