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... it extended further to the west, through what is now French territory as far as Monaco.)" (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Italian_R iviera) Perhaps this is a case of a picture being worth a thousand words …
And the place I’m going to is Varazze – see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Varazze. Why Varazze? Well I wanted somewhere near the sea, away from the ...
We set out from Tirano this morning to head south. The plan was to get to Genoa or Savona - but we had to tackle the Autostrada through Milan first. Sorry to say, no photo's today. You can't take photos when you are hanging on for your life with one hand and making the sign of the cross with the other! I say it every time.....never again! But, there was a highlight, we stopped off at the Factory Outlets in Alexandria for a spot of retail therapy, it must have done the ...
... at the top of a house settlement which was only surrounded by sky, so I knew id hit the limit. The views were absolutely indescribable, so intense and full of colours and depths which my eyes couldn't quite comprehend. These are moments I'll savour forever! The photo's dont do it justice! After 7 hours walking I was ready to hop on the train home. ButI'lll be back Genoa! ...
... 59 kms, didn't take long to realise why. It certainly put Brendan and Fifi to the test. There were hairpin bends on narrow roads into the side of the hills with no barriers for protection. It was certainly a slow trip. We stumbled upon melting snow and of course had to stop and collect some for Olivia. We travelled through Cortemilia which is home to the best hazelnuts in the world. Alba is not too far ...
... cliff side with a garden hose - I also saw Alassio written on the clif side and there it was, the little access road, the small winding road down to the beach. The road I ran bare foot to tell Anna to ring the fire brigade when our bus burned.
The camp site was gone. The access road was a private road with a gate. It was still amazing to stand there and look down on the beach I had loved so much as a kid. But I had places to go and things to do.