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Published: August 10th 2009
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view from first restaurant in Riomaggiore
Pasto & pesto was what I ate most days... I did well yesterday with my ukulele spots - first I walked up to the hill above the village and there was a little castello which was empty and had a great view over the rocks and sea. I sat playing through all the songs I could remember - I even sang - then an Italian family crept up on me and pushed me over the cliff. Not really they had a little picnic and sat and listened in rapt attentiveness for at least half an hour (I'd pretty much done my whole repertoire of Beatles by the time they went). It was very sweet, I even almost remembered all the lyrics to my song. Not that they knew what I was on about anyway...
Oh by the way my new For Men Only Sandals which I had to buy the day before I left because my girly ones fell apart are excellent. The guy in the shop was reluctant for me to try them on me being a woman but I'm glad I did. No blisters, not even a vague red patch. Mens Sandals - that's what it's all about. Not those rubbish pink fluffy female ones.
So
after my little recital in the castello I went to get food - a slab of foccacia and an oversized bottle of beer and hobbled over some rocks for a fine view of the sunset over the sea. After I'd downed the beer I went through my repertoire once more - this time I wasn't near enough for anyone to hear me which was good for everyone concerned.
There aren't many seagulls here. I wonder why? There's plenty of fish and stupid tourists (like me) willing to throw them food. If I was a seagull I'd hang out here. Some nice vantage points on the rocky outcrops. I like that phrase - rocky outcrops. I think I feel a song coming on...
Nope - the moment has gone.
So after all that ukuleleing and wailing I returned to my bed and slept a lot.
This morning I was up bright and early and purchase the Cinque Terre pass allowing me to walk the paths and go on trains. Ace. They make life pretty easy for you with nicely paved pathways, railings to stop you slipping over the cliffs (unless you're pushed) and regular benches to rest
your weary arse upon, if indeed arses do get weary. Anyway it was nice as I was on my way before 9 and so all pretty quiet. I think I could have done all cinque of the terres in one go, they're not so far apart, but I wanted to save them up - I still have a couple of days here. I found a nice pebbly beach where I stuck to sifting for pretty stones rather than wading in because everyone who waded in made it look like a bit of a nightmare as they toppled around grimacing and falling in. I'd love to go for a swim actually but hadn't thought to bring my cozzy. Tomorrow maybe.
Then I walked on and up about 2000 steps to Corniglia. I actually didn't stop once and nearly expired when I got to the top. I felt under a lot of pressure to keep going as people kept overtaking me, but nearing the top I zipped past a few of them 'taking photos'... Wonderwoman
Then the best moment of the day - ice cream. mmmm gelato per favore! It was so good I would go up those steps again
for some more.
Then I suddenly became incredibly sleepy and so got the train back and had a siesta. That was great and I still feel a bit sleepy. Tonight I'm going to have another proper meal then maybe some more clifftop ukuleleing. I think I'll also be trying out some local wine.
Again thanks for the comments - I've actually managed to respond to them this time...
Have you seen my groovey map illustrating my route from Marseille to Riomaggiore?? Pretty cool. Sometimes it looks like I went in the sea but I didn't.
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Hilke
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mmm...
mmm...gelato...nothing beats a good Italian icecream...it's a pity really that you can't bring us any ;) Hx