19.03.2007 - 21.03.2007 10 °C
Up on the Northern west side of Italy is a little place called Cinque terre, its a world heritage site and contains 5 villages and lots of hill walking. I was there for only two days and wished i had stayed for a week. The five villages are connected by train, or you can hike between them or take pony treks across the mountains. With stuning views over the sea. The weather was bad at the time, storm came in from iceland or something ? The sea was increddibly rough, and crashing over the harbour wall. My hostel was about 30 steps from the harbour. i only shared it with one other person what luxury; Sorry if my typing is off; yes i am sitting in a bar in nice, with a pint but im using a computer that does not have a querkykeyboard honest: It has nothing to do with happy hour. Im also on msn which doesnt help !!!
Ok, its strange reading this becuase i am now in spain. Each village had a different feel, and many different qualities about them. I started off in Riomaggiore where my hostel was located, tiny little village, with one road leading up into the mountains. My hotel was just up from this harbour.
I then took a train to Monterosso al Mare which is the furthest village, this one is more biuld up and has the mojority of the hotels. Very pleasent beach, with a lovely house at the end, with a stone man holding up the garden.
I then took the train back to Manarola then walked along lovers walk back to riomaggiore. Where i had supper and went back to my hostel. Where I met my new room mate. Her name is Amy and she was an american. We both went to sleep early. In the morning we decided to hang out togather and we went and got breakfast, which consisted of fruit, mellon and strewberries to be exact. We then set off for Vernazza. This was my faviote village, bueatiful harbour area, great views from the cliffs, and great pizza and ice cream. She then decided to walk to the next town, me being of slightly lazy nature, decided to take the train to Corniglia. Once i got there i figured i should have walked, becuese i had to walk up to the top of the mountain to get to the village, sorry to say that though very pleasent, there wasnt a whole lot going on. So i left again. I then took the train back to manarola and walked back from to my hostel from there.
The next morning i had to leave for Nice, i was sad to leave and would one day love to return.
Ive sent all my pictures home now please just google if your interested.