(written 11/4/06 14:51 Greek time, in Náfplio, Greece)
Waking after a good night's sleep, we ate the buffet breakfast downstairs, during which a pair of young backpackers approached us wearing "Morocco Hitch" shirts. After working out we didn't speak French but were infact English speakers like themselves, they asked where we were going. Saying that we were headed the other way from Morocco, we bid them farewell and wondered what that sort of travelling would be like. From their accents we guessed perhaps they had made it all the way from Ireland, and their shirts suggested perhaps an organised event.
Anyway, we had our sights on Italia, and specifically Torino, so we set off north-east. There was no direct motorway so we combined a large number of different smaller roads to get where we wanted to go.
We stopped by a random road-side patisserie for some supplies for morning-tea and lunch.
All manner of scenery flew by us on this day, from the plains surrounded by mountains, to the lake Lac de Serre-Ponçon which we had a snack and some photos by the side of, plenty of snow-capped peaks and finally we pushed towards and then up the French Alps.
Past Briançon we went over the very windy snowy border into Italia.