Cortina is expensive, full of big luxury type hotels and street vendors selling hot roasted chestnuts. We found out that food costs less if you stand to eat. About noon we discovered that one of us had a crawly little bug. We found a doctor who spoke both Italian and German. The doctor called it a “maladie internationale” and gave us a prescription.
We packed Louie and started for Cortina by way of Hockgurgl , We had to pay 15 shillings to get on the road only to find that the Italians hadn’t finished the Italian part of the road! So we turned around and went all the way back to Innsbruck and down again. We got to the Italian border and were stopped by customs. They didn't speak English and we didn't understand Italian. The only thing we did understand was “what are you doing this evening?”
We struggled with our chains all day. We had them on when the road was clear and off when it was snowy. We finally arrived in Cortina about 7pm and found the American Express still open. A policeman kept pointing at us and saying something in Italian about the lights. Finally he tried French. We asked if there was a cheap place to stay. He gave us directions to a place and, ah yes, he also wanted to know what we were doing tonight and if we were going dancing across the street... oh la la and a policeman too.
food 7.5 shillings 4.50 lire
A daily diary of a journey in 1962. Please post comments about where you were then on the Background page.
1962 was pivotal. This is the background:
It was a year colored by the Cuban Missile Crisis, an escalating involvement in Vietnam, the Berlin Wall and the Cold War with Russia, Civil Rights issues, a nascent space program, Nelson Mandela in prison, Betty Friedan's, The Feminist Mystique, the Beatles, Rolling Stones and the death of Marilyn Monroe.