Breakfast on the terrace again, with a view over the Meditteranean. I realised that if you can see a satellite TV dish, you know where south is, you don’t need a compass or the sun. It hadn’t occurred to me before. Another large jug of Americano coffee. This stuff is rocket fuel. I considered discreetly pouring it onto a nearby pot plant, then decided to have just one cup today. Continue reading “Day 15, Monday, Syracusa”
Day 14, Sunday, Agrigento
Breakfast on the terrace. You cannot tell where the sea meets the sky. I had a jug of Americano coffee, 2 mugs full. The plan today was to look at the ruins. I walked down to the train, bus and taxi station. I could not see anywhere to buy a bus ticket. Pressure was starting to build, from that coffee. I looked for a WC, and remembered that train stations seemed to have them. Continue reading “Day 14, Sunday, Agrigento”
Day 13, Saturday, Agrigento
I reorganised my gear this morning to try to get some weight out of the top box and into the panniers, and leave room for my shoes in the top box as well as the bag containing my clothes. The idea was to be able to open just the top box, grab the bag and shoes and leave everything else on the bike in the panniers undisturbed when I leave the bike for a BnB. It didn’t quite work, my size 11.5 shoes are just too big. Continue reading “Day 13, Saturday, Agrigento”
Day 12, Friday, Palermo
After breakfast at Luigi’s I packed everything and carried it over to Vivaldi’s BnB in two trips. It was only a couple of hundred metres, fortunately. There’s a lot of weight there. Gabriele was very helpful, said he would move it all into my room when the room was available. I wanted to tell Luigi how grateful I was that he had waited until 8:30pm for me two nights ago. He gestured towards his laptop and loaded Google Translate. Easy! Next, I walked around to Via Gagini to tell the people at the parking station I would pick the bike up tomorrow, domani. All set. Continue reading “Day 12, Friday, Palermo”