Hugging the coast along the Italian Riviera (Liguria region) – along with the holiday traffic, people going to work. The first 20km to get out of Genova were the busiest (aka focussed stress) with traffic coming from all directions. The little scooters were having a ball, weaving their magic dance around their bigger siblings. And making more noise about it.
It feels like “ribbon” development all along the coast line. Cars hunting for parking spaces, people thinking that zebra crossings were meant for them. The challenge is you can see far in front of you as the bay turns: like the Swansea Half Marathon or Lincoln Cathedral: you can see for miles where you are going.
Part of the route was on the former Genoa-Ventimiglia railway line. Through tunnels, which add a frisson of water dripping in darkness to keep things exciting. The shame is, today, it wasn’t for longer. Tomorrow more please!
The route meant plenty of cafe choices. And enough deck chairs to cirle the UK. People come in droves to sit under a square metre of parasol, arranged in multiple rows. So come to the sun to spend time avoiding the sun. The towns are pretty. Rereading this I may have given the wrong impression: I enjoyed today – a happy assault on all the senses.
It’s the type of area my mankini will come in handy. Get that thought out of your head!
I took the opportunity in Imperia, I had to wash off the bacteria: little did I think, I was the cause of the stink; and now I can go to another cafeteria.
Tomorrow to Nice. If I survive the children’s music party outside: come on it’s after 9, need to be in bed: we are!
Travelling reflections 