Guest House Siena

... out of Rome....i had even spent some Internet time planning my next course of action, emailing some people about a possible stay at a Tuscan guest house and just chilling out and/or horse back riding in Tuscany. as well as starting to get an idea about my ...

... delicious "Pesto Fresco" that the region is famous for, munched on scrumptious and cheap focaccia bread, and enjoyed the view from our guest house's honor system wine bar. We melted in the heat on a "free beach" one day, literally inches from overweight, ...

... it the best 7 euros we have spent on the whole trip so far. Sienna has fully enclosed walls and ancient streets.  Our guest house used to belong to a 15th century prince and has a view of the square.  Lots of walking to do here and ...

... afternoon.  i run into Rhoda on the way up to my apartment and Ang and I are introduced to one of the matriarchs of Siena, Argentina, a wonderful older Italian lady who knows evryone and is known by all.  She is a character and I can't help but ...

... leave the restaurant, Luciano gently takes my hand and raises it to his lips, imploring me to return as his guest.  For a moment I contemplate setting the record straight.  Fortunately the inner actress, together with my two infamous sidekicks, ...

... non the less.  We also visited the Vatican City which was an amazing place and it looked like something off Gladiator! Our Guest House is in perfect location to the Train Station and is about a 15 minute walk to the coluseeum although in this ...

... by the time we arrived. From the train station we caught a bus which would take us to Positano - where we had prebooked a guest house. The bus ride along the narrow road which overlooks a sheer drop along the cliffs to the crystal-clear blue waters ...

... , I had to learn how to give in. Fortunately the so-called shuttle bus sent us to the gate of the hotel. It was a nice guest house which was not far away from Vatican city. The house itself had thousands of years history. After half an hour, I lived into ...

... penultimate morning of my stay. Every morning I took breakfast of tea, porridge and toast on a rooftop restaurant near my guest house, also frequented by numerous chipmunks and monkeys. On this particular morning I had to leave my breakfast unattended in ...

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... of lying in a hammock on white sands in Zanzibar. Back in Kampala I had an email from Kirsty - more bad news. Her house in Arusha had been ransacked while she had been in Uganda. They had taken everything - clothes, shoes, mattresses, mozy net, ...

... to their fake Arc de Triumphe, which was one of those things that looks good from afar, but is far from good....kinda like Siena's baseball field when I was there. From there we biked it up a "slight" incline, which since I'm out of cycling shape might ...