Again 331 km, Horse went on mercilessly, the way zaliczyliśmy two plugs.
I was panicking, as usual in such circumstances,, that the car will be warmed, Fortunately congestion were long and basically do not know why they formed. Light rain turned to scorching sun and necessarily have wanted to get to the place. Tired we decided to stop in staggered pitch camp on 8 km closer than planned.
It turned out, it is located on the border river, we were still in Germany, the bridge was Luxembourg.
Of course we went to the town, that really remind me of an Italian Peschiera.
In the evening we visit the owner of Maserati, who came to watch Marcos. The campsite held discussion panels of the car, co to, that nice, English (I wonder how it came up) and it looks like Ferrari.
