Today is our final leg of Busabout. We make the 10:41 train out of Cinque Terre and we are sad to leave as it has been so relaxing. However the holiday must go on. The bus
arrives at 12noon and we're on the road by 12:30pm bound for Nice, France. It's a very pretty drive along the French Riveria and as we pass Monaco, our guide Sheree tells us all about the details. There is no tax paid there as everything is funded by the Monte Carlo casino. If you want to becom
e a resident one must pay a fee of one million euros to be considered. If you are turned down, bye bye one million euros. Such celebs to be turned down include Jacko and Madonna. However Brangelina has a place as does Bono from U2. We've been to Nice already on this trip and so this time decided to stay at a different location because there is a hostel rated in the top 5 in Europe. Getting there turns out to be a bit of a mission. We have to catch a tram - easy, but at 5:30pm the trams are chocka and we are trying to get on with our packs and hand lugg
age. Not the most favourite people. We eventually squeeze onto the 3rd tram that passes and it takes us to the drop off point where a white van collects us to take us up a very steep hill. The hostel is an old monastery and seems to be pretty good. Maybe it's because we are end of our trip, or maybe because it is award winning we expected more. However there is black mould on the ceiling in the bathroom, which is not the clea
nest, there are no lockers for our stuff, the door to the room is a fire hazard and dinner is rather bizarre. We pay 6.50 euros for fish with quinoa and tomato's. It's nice, but we have to wait in a queue for ages while the chef cooks and plates 6 meals at a time and is not very fulling. We both could eat it again. Afterwards we have to wash our own dishes. Yes it's a hostel, but it seems like 6.50 euros is a lot when we do all the waitressing work. Oh well. The rest of the night is spent trying to work out what to do tomorrow. Mike's seen a canyoning trip which sounds awesome, but we are tired and we are not sure about having wet clothes to take on the plane and it's a little over our budget. In the end we decide not to go, mainly based on two things - one: we don't have the right shoes and two: we want to buy a digital camera that is totally waterproof. Once we have a waterproof camera we will go canyoning in NZ or wherever else we end up in the world. We have an early night which is not so early because an older Italian woman is reading on her bed. Except that she has her personal light shining to light up the whole room. That is what you get in hostels and hooray we only have 2 more nights of them.
arrives at 12noon and we're on the road by 12:30pm bound for Nice, France. It's a very pretty drive along the French Riveria and as we pass Monaco, our guide Sheree tells us all about the details. There is no tax paid there as everything is funded by the Monte Carlo casino. If you want to become a resident one must pay a fee of one million euros to be considered. If you are turned down, bye bye one million euros. Such celebs to be turned down include Jacko and Madonna. However Brangelina has a place as does Bono from U2. We've been to Nice already on this trip and so this time decided to stay at a different location because there is a hostel rated in the top 5 in Europe. Getting there turns out to be a bit of a mission. We have to catch a tram - easy, but at 5:30pm the trams are chocka and we are trying to get on with our packs and hand lugg
age. Not the most favourite people. We eventually squeeze onto the 3rd tram that passes and it takes us to the drop off point where a white van collects us to take us up a very steep hill. The hostel is an old monastery and seems to be pretty good. Maybe it's because we are end of our trip, or maybe because it is award winning we expected more. However there is black mould on the ceiling in the bathroom, which is not the cleanest, there are no lockers for our stuff, the door to the room is a fire hazard and dinner is rather bizarre. We pay 6.50 euros for fish with quinoa and tomato's. It's nice, but we have to wait in a queue for ages while the chef cooks and plates 6 meals at a time and is not very fulling. We both could eat it again. Afterwards we have to wash our own dishes. Yes it's a hostel, but it seems like 6.50 euros is a lot when we do all the waitressing work. Oh well. The rest of the night is spent trying to work out what to do tomorrow. Mike's seen a canyoning trip which sounds awesome, but we are tired and we are not sure about having wet clothes to take on the plane and it's a little over our budget. In the end we decide not to go, mainly based on two things - one: we don't have the right shoes and two: we want to buy a digital camera that is totally waterproof. Once we have a waterproof camera we will go canyoning in NZ or wherever else we end up in the world. We have an early night which is not so early because an older Italian woman is reading on her bed. Except that she has her personal light shining to light up the whole room. That is what you get in hostels and hooray we only have 2 more nights of them.
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Cinque Terre sounds like it has been a great way to wind down the end of your travels - much less action than the previous few months!
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