Camping Nausicaa provided a very peaceful nights sleep, only the sound of our air-conditioner rumbling away to ensure a comfortable nights sleep. A bit of a slow start, we have coffee and fruit then go for a walk and a swim. We consider staying another night as it’s such an oasis from the summer heat, but ancient Segesta is calling.
From Segesta it takes about an hour to arrive in Trapani. Being a large port town, that looks a bit dusty and ordinary we are not awe struck. We spot a Lidl supermarket and do a quick shop. There are no motorhome sosta in Trapani but there is one about 4 kilometres south of the town. The Lonely Planet eludes to Trapani’s lovely ‘old town quarter’ but we see no sign of it before we continue on to Le Saline Sosta. The sosta sits behind a service station and hotel. It has a bar and a small shop, but most importantly some shade. By the way they dry sea salt around here, so large pink drying beds line the road, hence the name.
After all the purgatory and scary religious scenes I decide I’ll be a better person from tomorrow, but for now a drink is calling.
We manage to find our way back to the sosta just on dark. The air-conditioner starts rubbling away and the Hymer cools quickly, so a comfortable nights sleep ahead.