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- Minbar in room
- Airport Transportation
- Refrigerator in room
- Multilingual staff
- Wireless internet connection in room (free)
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The drive was not as harrowing as Lake Como, perhaps as we have become a bit accustomed to Italian drivers. Nonetheless, the damn motorcycles wore us out. They would pass on hairpin curves and expect cars to move out of the way, although we were bigger. We concluded driving on this road was simply their Sunday thrill.
After writing most of this blog we went to dinner and there encountered a few Brits ...
... and malaria infested swamp drove the population away for hundreds of years. The colony's secular stone buildings were immersed in muck around their foundations, which consequently survived. The superstructures dissolved; everything is limestone. But the temples had been built on artificial elevations, so they survived intact! It was not until the 18th century, I ...
we travelled to San Giovanni and on arrival had some difficulty finding the hotel but after about 20 minutes and help from a local "Mama" we did, We had to bang in the door and the home tel and restaurant looked pretty closed. We were shown to our room which was fine and had a large balcony with partial sea view. The man who checked us in did not speak or understand a word of English and, ...
... line on its way to Messina. The best bit but also the weirdest was when the train itself boarded the ferry, then we were able to get off, have a beer, stretch our legs and enjoy the views across the bay. The weather was not looking good, quite drizzly and even the odd flash of lightning over Messina. I shall be glad to get to our final tour destination, well final for me, as I then return home, home from Sicily on Friday but there are still three full days ...
... It was hard to find an English speaking person and when I did they sent me in the wrong direction a couple times. Eventually, I met up with my group and we found our bus and had a two and a half hour ride through southern Italy to our hotel. Sometimes napping, sometimes taking in the view, it was a nice ride. Big mountains, steep hillsides that spill into the Mediterranean, orchards and vineyards, picturesque bridges and old ...