La Spezia to Manarola 24/8/17

24/8/17 Thursday
Rest day

La Spezia- Manarola

A dry 26 deg in the evening

Leave 0755.
Lose Boot- probably in the train. Arrive in Manarola and have to wait for room to be vacated.
Meet some funny, friendly Aussies swimming down by the rocks.
A sizeable dinner eaten and drunk on an upturned drawer on my bed: Chianti/pesto/couscous salad.

Italy is so loud! The first assault of the early morning is from trucks that sweep the kerbs and streets, then the rubbish trucks that roar up and squeal to a halt, followed by a crescendo of bottle-smashing around recycle bin points, add in a chorus of roosters, church bells chiming and clanging, calls of 'Ciao, ciao' and doors on delivery vans sliding open and shut, open and shut. There is a reprieve at siesta.

A pilgrim lifestyle fits in well- except when the pilgrim is on a rest-day!

10 Supplies
7 Breakfast
55 Manarola room
21 Dinner and supplies



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