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Today was an on-again-off-again sort of day. The morning started innocently enough, I was excited at the prospect of moving to a new location, and I had a belly full of tasty, tasty breakfast, thanks to the guys at XXMiglia. On to the train station, where we knew we were going to be on the slow train to Palermo, but it afforded beautiful views of the coastal towns, white sand beaches and crystal blue waters, so the reward ...
After a swim at the local stone beach we dines and drank the local vino. Breakfast on the rooftop terrace then of to bus station.
Arrived in Palermo by bus. A bit drizzly which was annoying.
Accommodation is lovely, very modern but would not be practical to live in.
Near the carabanere mobile -? Fast police-?
Wander around neighborhood. Find market 4 meat, vegies n vino. Set 4 the night. Wander the streets 4 gelati.
Next day ...
... a few snaps with our new friends we continued the walk to the station. As we approached Cefalu around the coast on the train we got stunning views of the town but it was too hard to take photos through the dirty train windows. When we arrived we followed the signs which led us down to the beach. It was so pretty and way less packed than Mondello beach. It was so hot so we were dying for a swim. It was so much easier to ...
At 9 am on Friday the 13th I was collected from outside the hostel in a white Land Rover by Marcello, the tour guide. A lady and her high school daughter from Sweden, two of the eight people on the tour that day, were already in the SUV when Marcello came for me. Maria, the senior, was a yoga disciple who regularly visited India for her spiritual and yoga fix and I don’t know if the yoga had anything to do with it but she was a fine woman for ...
... are you?” I greeted. She had just arrived from Palermo in a short black dress and heels.
“I’m fine thank you” she said with an almost incomprehensible Chinese accent as she lugged her gigantic pink suitcase to her bed.
“Where are you from?” she asked as I strapped on my watch and applied scent under my arms.
“India” I said proudly.
“India? Not possible!” she exclaimed dismissively. ...