Guess where we have been?
It rained heavily all night and we slept in a tin can disguised as a motor-home, you can imagine the noise!
We packed up and waved goodbye to the Bodensee with France as our next destination. Then John saw signs for Stuttgart and Google told us it was only a 30 minute detour to the Porsche Museum so that’s where we went.
Kim emailed the museum, requesting camper parking. There was at least a 10 minute delay in responding, shoddy we thought. With typical German efficiency, the reply came back with detailed instructions, photos, and a map – absolutely amazing!
The instructions were spot on, the camper was corralled in a dedicated space and we did the 2 minute walk to the museum. It’s not often it’s that convenient to park and we were very grateful.
As museums go this one deserves a return visit, we didn’t have time to do it justice. Attention to detail and a desire to provide visitors with a quality experience is wonderful. Every exhibit is in full working, drivable condition. Exhibits change regularly and there is a real sense of pride in Porsche’s history, development and current standing in the racing and motoring world.
Kim chose her car of the day….
John chose his two favourites. The “Pink Pig” from the 1971 Le Mans 24 hour race.
And a German State Highway Police 993, slightly more cool than a diesel Vauxhall Astra.
Kim hadn’t quite thought through our 30 minute detour. We came out of the museum with 130 miles and 2.5 hours driving still to do. As we left, the Porsche Factory closed for the weekend and we were swamped by workers…. think Vauxhall at clocking off time! It was busy.
Leaving our dedicated parking was a challenge. We’d been warned the road was narrow, and that was without parked cars on either side. It was a hairy 500m drive but we came through unscathed, as did all other vehicles.
We hit the motorway and arrived at the campsite at Hofmuhl at at 5:30.
It’s easy to tell we’re in France, campsites are not a patch on those in Germany or Austria. We are sandwiched between a road, river, canal and railway. Facilities are very French and the cliff opposite is propped up with brick pillars.
It’s a little unfair to grumble , the young man on reception was lovely, spoke perfect English and couldn’t have been more helpful.
Tomorrow, we visit the St Louis Arzviller Plan Incliné before wandering of to Luxembourg.