Klausen to Innichen.

After leaving the aire at Klausen, we drove into the Dolomites, over the Passo Pordoi. The mountains here have a very different look about them. Many of the peaks appear almost fortress- like with sheer cliffs, too spiky for snow.  The pass was very busy, not only with the usual cyclists on the road, but also a very muddy cross country cycle race in progress, they crossed and used the road in many places, and we were stopped several times by stewards. The higher reaches of the pass had the usual maniac motorcylists, a trio of Porshes trying to pass us and stoipping and starting willy-nilly, and while we were stopped in a layby for lunch, we heard a roar coming up the hill. Not one or two, but a cavalcade of 16 Ferraris surging past as breakneck speed: you could hear them as they accelerated off each successive hairpin all the way to the top.

For some reason, hairpins are numbered in this region, but I have still lost count of how many. It has been another 2nd and 3rd gear day, up and down two cols: Passo Pordoi (2239m)m and Col de Lana (2462m).

We drove through Cortina, then back into the Tirol area, still in Italy (just).  Road signs here are in two, and sometimes three languages, but we can´t work out what the 3rd language is. 

Tonight´s aire at Innichen, about 400 metres from the Austrian border, was a very reasonable 15 E: inveitably, next to a railway line, a river and a road. (It´s a valley.)