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... day? That was the good news, the bad news was that unlike last time when he went down on the train, Fabrizio would be driving as he had a meeting down there, and so they would be leaving Lucca at 6.30am. This meant setting the alarm for 5.30am. An alarm!!! He hadn't heard one of those for months, poor old stick. Well, he made the deadline, and off they went.
Fabrizio had a business meeting to attend, so Ali spent the day wandering the streets like Billy No ...
By the time peace came in 1945, the Leicestershire Yeomanry were stationed in Como whilst awaiting repatriation and demobilisation, and we were heading there as a sort of homage for Dad. He had spoken fondly about his time there, which whilst still in the army, must have been a relatively happy stay after all those years of warfare. The sense of relief at the reality of survival must have been enormous.
We had a decent journey given the edgy driving habits of ...
... for Mum to fly with the cast but some airlines have a strict policy of not allowing people to fly with a cast. We don't know if Emirates is one of those airlines. If this is the case the cast will need to be cut so it is openable but it should stay on the arm. It would be sealed back up at the other end.
The x-ray pictures need to be kept by us and were not yet ready so I volunteered to come back later in the day.
... opt to set up my camera along the railing of the bridge and run down to pose with the guitar on a walkway along the river. Probably a foolish decision--as a somebody could bump the camera... and there'd go all the pictures and videos I've taken over the last couple of days... I continue on through the town, past a refurbished castle and an open area where you can gaze up at terraces and houses perched high up on the steep mountain slopes. This ...
Day 274 1 hr, 1 km With the steep, wooded mountainside to my left and a valley that is quickly narrowing to my right it's only a few hundred meters and I'm in the next town, Messe. I know that the uphill climb is getting close, including my big goal: to cross the Splugenpass from Italy to Switzerland on foot. I know it was just planted here for the warm months, but seeing a banana tree in someone's yard just feels really unappropriate. C'mon folks, this is the ...