I probably need to fess up and admit that our route-finding yesterday was not quite as smart as we had thought. I found a map in the hostel last night and, perhaps unwisely, took a look at where we had been!
For electronic reasons of its own, Charlie's satnav brought us quite a long way south once we had crossed the border into Italy. The fact that the mountains lay behind us should have clued me in but I was so gobsmacked to be in bright sunlight after the dreadful weather forecast that I allowed my usually razor-sharp direction finding, hem hem, to bask in the summery sun.
However, even I noticed Lake Garda shimmering unexpectedly on our larboard and we took a sharp right at the airport, narrowly avoiding Milan until we got to Como after an exhausting and far-too-long ride of 250 miles or so.
We then discovered there were two Via Novembre 6's in the area and that the Ostello Juvenales was at the other one, in Menaggio, another 35km up the lake. Yes, yes, I know that Patrick would not have made such a schoolboy error but sometimes you just have to make your own mistakes in life. Charlie took it like a man and we had a large, silent beer immediately on arrival.
This is a picture taken over the breakfast balcony where we're staying. It shows one of the ferries that ply their trade across Lake Como, which is very long and highly picturesque. Also packed with tourists who pay a fortune for a lakeside view when they could get the same view plus added communal snoring in a mixed-sex bunk room for a mere €20!
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