Twenty-two days of one journey. Day four
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I don’t remember exactly the feeling of a newborn, but when I opened my eyes, I was sure that I saw this white light again and the sleeping wife looked like an angel, flowers looked through the window - paradise, in a word. He gently pushed the angel with his foot, he showed his fist and turned away - "I'm not going anywhere. " At the words "Italy and Venice" the angel fluttered and disappeared into the soul. We packed our things, had breakfast (breakfast included), liked the coffee, refueled the car at a local gas station “to full” at a price of 1.27 euros / liter (I have never seen such prices in Austria). Sunny morning, 22 degrees Celsius, mountains in all their glory, I don't want to leave Austria, so we decided to visit Malta.
Moreover, TurPravda these days was very interested in what you can do there. From Kremsbrü cke to Malta is only 22 km.
Malta is a commune in Austria, in the federal state of Carinthia. It is part of the district of Spittal an der Drau. The population is 2120 people. It covers an area of .261. 77 km² (Wikipedia). It is also called the river. There you can do something that does nothing, or you can “walk” children all day...
Only "men", bulls
. . . climb to the top of the waterfall. . .
Waterfall, a hundred meters high
In the distance, even snow is visible on mountains, if I'm not mistaken
Local landscapes
Wheat in the Austrian mountains matures for a long time
. . . or any mountain.
On the way back, we thought about visiting the private Porsche Museum in Gmund, but changed our minds. At 10.30 we left these beautiful places, vowing to return here (to the Alps, to Austria) with a spare wheel and a jack.
The car came to life, on the Austrian "grubs" all the climbs in fourth gear were effortless, open sections were replaced by tunnels of various lengths, they did not make stops, they were waiting for Italy and it appeared after the next tunnel:
And not alone, but together with Friuli-Venice, and even with some Julia.
30 degrees, turned on the air conditioner, arrived at 11.40 to the toll booth in Tarvisio, from which I paid 18 euros to Venice (you have to pay 10 euros for a week of skiing in Austria).
The Italians take money gracefully, pressed the button (often the coupon is already waiting for you, half peeking out of the cash box) - received the coupon, returned the coupon at the next point to the box - received the amount on the screen, inserted a bill or several into the "mouth" (you can a trifle) - received change, the barrier went up - went. If you have both cash and a bank card, then move along any corridor where the green is on. There is no need to go to the yellow signs with the inscription TELEPASS. The same thing happens at gas stations,
car washes, parking lots - without the presence of a person taking money. But this is not the case everywhere, just as elegantly they take cash in their hands, and the more, the more elegantly. Good people.
My wife filmed the first kilometers in Italy through the windows of a car, it all looked like this:
As planned, by 14.30 we arrived in the city of Marghera at the "Jolly Camping in Town" campsite. For 35 euros with free secure parking on site.
You can live here for a long time
The main parking lot is to the left, but cars can be parked in designated areas throughout the campsite
Pool
Shuttle stop in Venice
Camping pool
From the campsite to Venice, 15 km, tourists are taken by a bus for 10 euros from the nose back and forth. The cottage is equipped with everything you need
in addition to the refrigerator, perfectly clean, as well as on the territory, there is a swimming pool, a bar, a cafe. In the evening there is a disco, tourists from all over the world communicate like old friends, smoking is prohibited, alcohol does not smell, silence and order at night.
An hour later, having decided to go to Venice by public transport, we went to a stop, looking for a tobacco shop on both sides of the road, where, according to an incomprehensible Italian tradition, bus tickets are sold. We had been walking for about twenty minutes, the desired letter "T" was not observed, three stops had already passed, I began to pester passers-by with a simple question: "Skuza, do you want some tobacco? ”, but at best they answered “Avanti” (further, forward) or shied away. They decided to board the first bus, giving the driver a bribe in the amount of double the cost. He didn’t take us or the money, but in good Russian he advised me to wait for the next bus, they say, there should be tickets. They began to wait, another thirty minutes passed,
the same bus drove up, the doors opened - “Come in, sit down”, and we went to Venice for free. At the final stop, I still tried to put in a ten, but the driver was adamant, asked where the knowledge of Russian comes from - Bulgarian, which means "Thanks a lot", and we said goodbye as friends.
Only at 17.20 was the first photo of Venice taken, we decided to walk as long as possible along the narrow streets, crossing the funny bridges over small canals, go into trattorias, gelaterias, pizzerias, watch, shoot, try everything that is there, without striving for St. Mark's Square (on the way back, you can stop by for a couple of hours). On Sunday in August, at about 19 o'clock, there were few people in Venice, everyone who was brought was taken back, those who settled in the city wandered to cafes or to a hotel. We walked freely, without interference, and gradually came out onto the square. I don't know how many human-appointed miracles there are today,
but to this place in Venice I give this honorary title, and indeed to Venice itself. I don’t dare to comprehend my emotions and unequivocally evaluate Venice, there is complete rejection, delight, quiet love and much more. Millions have been coming to this beauty for tens of decades, taking everything from her, she is glad and trouble-free for everyone, but she herself is aging, fading and asking for help. Let's take a walk together again, without exclamations and censures:
It got dark, people disappeared from the streets, took a few photos.
We sat on the beach in a cafe, one hundred grams of wine intensified emotions, but they were not expressed in words - they just sat silently and looked at all these miracles, not trying to find out their author and name. Only four and a quarter hours spent in Venice and that was quite enough (for a start).
We took a taxi back, 15 km - 30 euros, drove exactly 7 minutes. Briefly, it was like this: speed from 90 to 150, ignoring all red, especially traffic lights, driving in the opposite direction through a double solid line. The driver was waiting for my reaction, and waited - "Bravo, grace, bene", a handshake and a reminder of Schumacher. The house had enough strength to shower and fall into bed, there have not been such eventful days for a long time.
If you are in Italy, spend one day in Venice. This is not a request. There, as it gets dark, girls in black appear on the streets, they were not there during the day. Task: find out who they are,
why in black, why at night? They look like this:
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