So the Isny wasn’t to be. It looked like a very nice place. The adjoining bathing lake was pretty, but we’d bought a SUP board so big you could have used it as a bridge.
Here we were at the Gitzenweiler Hof, a sprawling mass of mansions on wheels and a short drive from Lake Constance (Bodensee) – a match even for our excessive water transportation device.
We checked in and were guided to our pitch by a man in a golf cart. No room for the tent just yet, but we were told if we checked back in a couple of days they should have something. It was getting dark now anyway – just time to plug in… Hmmm. Same deal as the Albtal. A 3 pin socket for a 2 pin plug. This one was a bit of a bitch too. Ah well, when in doubt, push harder. We got connected all right.
Wandered up for some food and a beer. The kitchen was closed but they could still offer us fleischsalat. What returned was a mountain of ham and cheese so vast it curdled the snow on the summits of the neighbouring Alps. Generosity of spirit? The Gitzy had it in spades.