Hotel New River
TripAdvisor Reviews Hotel New River Palermo
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... agent at the train station was super-nice about the whole process, suggested return tickets and OPEN ones at that, and even spoke to us in English! It felt somewhat more comforting when walk away with a concrete travel intinerary in hand. Finally, we had a solution, and not just another problem to solve.
Next, supper - why should we worry about a hotel that we are possibly locked out of on an empty stomach? ...
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 ...
... cut short our dingolfy. Let me dispense this advice to you wannabe freelancers: it doesn’t matter if you’re rich like Sheik Zayed or handsome like Shah Rukh, interesting like me or cool like Bono, ripped like Bruce Lee or smooth like my friend Ronen, if you haven’t got your logistics down pat, you’ve got nothing.
I tried to write but couldn’t go further than a few lines and tossed and turned uncomfortably the whole night. I had an acute case of ...
... public gardens to its east by the precipice. I support the recommendation- the well groomed, shady and sizeable giardino by the cliff edge with stupendous views was an oasis of non-commercialism in, well, a commercial town. I walked to the ancient, beautifully situated and extremely well preserved Greek Amphitheatre (entrance 12 Euro) with imposing Etna in the backdrop that was being prepped for the weeklong Taormina Film Festival beginning two days later on the ...
... match in progress on the field outside, utterly disinterested, while Mrs. Abraham in all her enthusiasm would have attempted to make the afternoon history discourse as interesting as possible. Maybe I should write her a letter on my return, I know she’d be thrilled to receive it.
Sheila and I ate lunch at hilly Sorrento in a restaurant not far from the SITA bus terminal, a service that runs shuttles to Amalfi. We weren’t allowed to board the shuttle ...