Savoia Continental Hotel Genoa

... hesitation. You must pick a gap in between the trucks and/or traffic in the slow lane to weave in with. This is not that difficult, as I have said the truck traffic in this lane is moving around 50mph.

Stepping Out: As we all have heard you must be cautious when you step out into the fast lane. Most of the time this is not a problem. But here’s the catch. The cruise speed of the fast lane is between 95 – 105 mph. At this ...

so after getting through the Genova traffic because of the yearly boat show.....we arrived in the nice italian riviera.....had a really nice lunch and decided to stay here the night before heading to florence tomorrow. found a hotel and with a bit of negotiating, got quite a good rate. Jason made me do it because he thought it would help in speaking italian. i guess it did, on, he was right, but only this once lest it go to his head ...

Embarrassing isn't it? The bird (Jamie) speaks the lingo, FLUENTLY, in the 2 countries we've been to so far. And how do I get by? By attempting to communicate with the locals like Terry Scott in an episode of "Terry and June", where they holidayed in France for the week!! Communication menthods being, speak slowly and shout. My word, that was a funny episode! They don't ...

so left avignon today with thoughts to head to cinque terre, but due to traffic jam only made it as far as arenzano. found a cute pensione and jason was getting sick of driving so seemed like a good place to stop. tried a few others but was like walking through a sad run down old people town so didn't make it more than 5 mins there. well, happy hour time now, so will write more later....

All of my photos have now been updated with titles and captions, if you're so inclined to read them.

I am heading to Nice tomorrow and trying my luck at a hostel. They call it a "mixed room" which I think may mean boys and gals together. Eben, Jen, is that right? We'll see. Maybe I'll keep the emergency siren Lucy gave me with me ...

... I forced myself to do stay that long! I still hadn't picked up batteries for my 'exhausted' camera, so when I arrived I walked all around the downtown area. Actually, when I arrived I had to sit on a bench for 5 minutes figuring out where the town must be, because NOBODY was on the streets. So then I got to the harbor, and it's cute. And Gucci and Prada and Dolce and all their friends were right there ready to empty your bank account. But that was kind of it ...

... si sa sempre piu in alto si va e vola vola con me il mondo e matto perche e se l'amore non c'e basta una sola canzone per far cunfusione fuori e dentro di te. E vola vola si va sempre piu in alto si va ... Ma dopo tutto che cosa c'e di strano e una canzone sara perche ti amo se cade il mondo allora ci spostiamo se cade il mondo ...

... call' for my flight... oops! Rather unlike me, I actually jogged to the gate (as it said it was a 12 minute walk) but got there to discover that according to Ryanair, 'final call' means 'just about to start boarding'. Hmph. Anyway got on the flight to Genoa fine. When we landed, all the Italians clapped, which I found rather disconcerting- were they expecting to crash? I waited 50 minutes for the next bus into the city centre, and then basically wandered around for the next ...

... able to spend a night on the town with a friend with a free place to stay, why wouldnt I go? Three nights and 4 days in Rome it is then! Rome is only a mear two hour train ride from Florence but the difference in the cities is drastic. Florence is a small city with a compact historic center with old cobble stone streets absent of cars yet packed with tourists and locals meandering their way among the famous sites of the Duomo, Palazzo Vechio, Ponte Vechio and so on, all of ...

... with bright pink shirts, are an automatic turn off for me. Seriously, what makes an otherwise normal guy say " Hey this white, flowered, banana hammock makes me look hot!" And once a guy decides that, he never seems to go back to regular trunks. I saw so many older men, I mean, older older, men in little speedos. My favorite was the big bellied gentleman who combined his speedo with black socks and dirty black tennis shoes. He must have been ...