So we make the Stelvio pass. In a Porsche, possibly the greatest driving road ever, in a camper – sweaty palmed hard work. The pass itself is wonderful (if a bit touristy) as from the saddle you can climb up even higher to get an amazing view down. It was higher than we expected at 2845m above sea level, from memory over twice the height of Ben Nevis. It was also a chance for the kids to play in some snow at the side of the road.
The journey actually took hours and we are now experts at turning the bus within inches of the rock face to one side and vertical drops to the other. It is especially fun when the barriers have collapsed and the edge of the road is cracked and falling away. Still we made it down most of the van intact and the knowledge that we conquered the pass.
I don't think it was what motorhomes were designed for, fan running to cool the engine on the way up, and brakes stinking on the way down.
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