My adventures were not quite over. In the morning Charles accompanied me to where I had left the car, beside the splendid (largest in Europe) 19th century Catiglione Cemetery. Because he was waving me off I unwisely did not spend the time setting my GPS system.
Charles’ last words to me were to avoid taking the motorway to Milan. So when I emerged from a tunnel to be faced with an instant choice of Milan to the Left and Livorno to the right, I went right – only to spot too late that the sign said Milano and Ventimiglia. I then had to drive the whole way round Genoa before another exit came up.
There I carefully avoided the Telepass lanes, thinking I had chosen one for bank cards – only to discover it was for another ticket system. My cash and bank card rejected, I pressed the button for help, and got a flood of Itlian. I pressed again, saying sorry, I didnt speak Italian, and a ticket was spewed out of the machine and the barrier raised. It was only later, over a coffee that I worked out that this was a fine for non-payment – for 77 euros!
I’ve written a complain (in English) and await a reply.
I got a reply: no apology but an instruction to pay 70 centimes, if necessary by bank draft! Anyhow this was an improvement on 77 euros.