I was busy having fun in Croatia and Montenegro the last few days, but do let me tell you the tale of how I got here. Remember, I was in Trieste, the only part of Italy that geographically can be counted into the Balkan area. My aim was to reach Dubrovnik by night, 700 odd … Continue reading Why I’m still a lucky hitchhiker and other stories.
Hitchlog: 761km, 9h30 total, 2h waiting, 25min pause Haven't read Part 1 and Part 2 of the journey yet? I started off with the small frustration of being on a relatively quiet station where everyone went off the mountains and not to Italy. I say small, because the first people going to Italy, a young couple from … Continue reading Part 3: Crossing Italy
Oh, I forgot to mention fences. Like those around the service area on the motorway. Our friends at hitchwiki had left us clues on how to leave Bologna, so we took a bus out of town, investing all our remaining money spare 30 cents or so. What we didn't know was that the area was … Continue reading Three Euros, 840km, and, er, a couple of hours.
Lina and me started off profiting from the cheap Italian trains again (after, of course, having another ice-cream in Jesi for breakfast) and arrived in Bologna in the afternoon. As those things go, it was evening by the time we had visited the city and felt like we could move on, and, you might guess, we … Continue reading Beautiful Bologna.
We arrived by train in a town called Jesi. It was a hungry Sunday, since we didn't realise how serious Italians can be about public holidays. Lina chatted to a woman who brought us to the only open spot in town, doubling as the best gelateria and quasi cultural heritage museum. We ate a sandwich, … Continue reading Hillside.idyll
Leaving Modena, we expierenced a first day of so-called bad luck. That is, it took us three hours to get out of town, and I felt slightly delirious because of the sun and limited water supplies. "Bad luck" means that things don't go to plan, and one of our ideas was to go to Ancona … Continue reading Oh so Rimini
I was waking up to mild light reflecting off terra cotta coloured walls under a blue, blue sky. After un momento stupefatto, I grinned an extra large holiday-grin. We actually are in Italy. And it actually feels like Italy. In the course of four days, we came from the plains of norrthern Germany, traversed the … Continue reading Breakfast in Italy