Category: Italy

Ahh, the smell of pizza, coffee, and leather handbags. I’ll take 3.

Photos

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If anyone is still reading this – I have begun trawling through the multitude of photos from the trip, ahhh … 1500 for 6 weeks isn’t too bad. Anyways, this website isn’t really made for photos, so I’ve put them in my usual photo gallery, easy to find once you get there, under, wait for it … European Vacation … of yeah, it hurts when I think up names! I was up til 2am … and only managed to get… Continue reading

Football (no its not called soccer) is addictive

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The morning of the next day in Milan was spent organising tickets and what not for our train to Aix de Provance in the south of France. After some bullish negotiation by me and some polite recovery by leigh we manged to organise everything. Next we went to the Duomo to go inside the church, we figured out that everything was closed on the Monday so thats why we couldn’t actually go inside when we were there the day before…. Continue reading

Greece to Italy – Dont sleep on a ferry deck

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Place we stayed at in Santorini called San Georgios, highly recommended, very helpful guys Dina and George.  Boat trip around Santorini was soo cool. To get to the ship, we had to climb down 3 times as many steps as heaven – thats a lot of steps. Donkeys could have taken us up or down the steps around the islands, but we’re hardcore. Everything we did on Santorini just ended in fantastic views. First island stop was the volcano, still active,… Continue reading

Mykanos, Ferry sleep (or lack there of), Milan

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Leigh left you at San Torini before we left to go on the cruise. We climbed the Volcano of which created the San Torini, in thongs mind you…supposedly we were supposed to bring closed shoes but were never told. Swam in hot sulphur springs that smelt suspiciously like Rust. In a previous post I mentioned that I had a hot sulphur spring sauna/mudbath in Pammukale, This did not smell like rotten egg, It smelt and looked like rust. I am not… Continue reading

Original reasons

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When Leigh and I first decided to travel together overseas it was more of a melding of two trips. I wanted to go to Turkey, Leigh wanted to go to France. The rest of the trip was pretty much made up of us getting from Turkey to France. Occasionally I get asked the question why Turkey? Well after some thinking I have decided the reason why I have always wanted to go to Turkey was because of an abiding memory… Continue reading