Don't bother trying to check into an Italian hotel without a passport. Surely the intrepid reporter didn't commit this rudimentary faux pas? Yes, just last week, I popped up to Lake Maggiore in northern Italy for a couple of nights. I rang the ostello in Verbania to secure a room, arriving at 9pm, just in time for a glass on the terrace. Or so I thought. 'Passport,' says the sour-faced girl behind the desk. 'Certainly,' I say, fumbling in pockets. Very quicky it dawns on me that, despite a fistful of cash, I don't even have a Tesco Clubcard on me.
[View Full Entry]