The bottom of the big gumboot is much easier to travel as the roads are much wider and there is a lot less traffic is decreased significantly. The beaches are much cleaner yet there seems to be a lot less facilities for tourists.We met an Italian bloke who spoke no English yet with the usual hand gestures and a few common phrases we worked out that he had driven 40000 kms traveling through Russia, China and back through Kazakhstan before returning to Italy and is now planning to drive to Turkey and Iran, good luck with that adventure, I don’t think our old van would like the roads in those countries very much at all.We reach the heel of the gumboot and cut inland to Arborobello, home of over 1000 Trulli. Houses..The Trulli houses are homes built with a stone conical roof in the 15th century, there were several reasons for this design, the original Trulli were built in conical shape from the ground up as they needed no timber for rafters with this design and timber was scarce in this region.As we approach Arborobello Deb nearly has conniptions pointing out the houses to the kids, (I was not aloud to look ) saying look look look, the kids found this hilarious and accused Deb of sounding like a magpie.They were also able to build these stone homes with no mortar which was very useful when the tax collector for the king of Naples arrived to collect the housing tax, they would with the aid of a lever or drawstring remove a keystone which would instantly collapse there home and they now giving them the loophole to avoid paying the tax.It is now a matter of just rebuilding your home which requires labour only as they already have all there building materials.It sounds a bit extreme and I don’t think Campaspe Shire would accept this excuse.We leave Arborobello and head north along the Adriatic spending a few days on the beach near Foggia before turning what we thought to be inland but was in fact over a mountain range, so here we were in the morning on the beach and by lunch we were under a foot of snow as the sky closed in and I was starting to think that maybe a set of snow chains would have been a worthwhile purchase. Fortunately the snow ploughs were along the road way before us so we were able to enjoy the snow and magnificent vistas, although we had to reroute the journey as the GPS in it’s wisdom thought it was a wonderful idea to head north of the main highway along a secondary road which went higher than the 1200 meters we were already at and a road I am sure would not have ploughed as well as the road we were on.After an extra 150 kms and an extra 3 hours we arrive at Mamore only to find that the caravan park was not open, we have now realised that the Italians, along with not opening caravan parks when there signs say they are open and don’t’ come back from siesta when they say they will. It is starting to get late so we push north and get totally lost in Terni thanks to roadworks and bad signage the GPS was totally confused and tried to push us over another mountain. Sorry but that was not about to happen at this time of night, so we reevaluated and negotiated our way back to Terni and managed to arrive in Spoleto in the dark which was quite nice as the fort and the Roman aquaduct were under lights which looked magnificent.