I’m lost, where was I? It seems moons away since I was in Milan. Taxi to the bus station. Sleezy horrible bus station with unusable toilets. But once on the bus headed for Trieste all was fine. 6 hr bus ride (very clever bladder!!) and there I was back in Trieste. I met up with Chris as planned, no hitches, just time for a coffee at the train station before she showed up.
Picked up hire car and headed off via a stop at the Supermarket to pick up supplies. The same man from Africa was in the same place selling his trinkets…it was all so familiar. Then it was the struggle down the hill with my suitcase. And I have to say it was quite a struggle. Managing a case and remaining upright myself on many, many narrow, steep steps was a challenge but here I am. Just have to get myself out of here at the end. Anyway, a glass of wine, some spaghetti with clams and a setting sun can set everything right. As always, the only blight on paradise is the fucking mozzies.
Today the challenges of getting over the rocks into and out of the water. More later xxx