Sunset soon forgotten

Italy - Final Part


Cinque Terre is a bunch of seaside towns on the west coast of Italy. The water is as blue as my bag is heavy but that's the price you pay when you carry as much hair product as I do.



For a small fee, you can walk from town to town along the coast line and check out the towns. They all have that picturesque Mediterranean thing going on which is very pretty.


This is Ruth on one of the walks. How did she get so far ahead of me? Because I'm kinda slow.


If you look closely you can see a Soundgarden fan on the rocks far below. Why? Well, you know, they sung that song "Jesus Christ Pose." I know lame lame lame but Ruth also got a close up picture of this guy with her supersonic camera zoom and she reckons he was hot.


Cinque Terre was so beautiful it made me ache. I just wanted to stay there forever, live in a pastel house overlooking the ocean watching the waves roll in and laugh at tourists trying to avoid paying the fees to do the walk. Oh how they try...


This is our last sunset in Italy.

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And then it all turned to shit. Ruth got ill, really ill, the kind of ill where you have to pack your bags at 5am in the morning and catch the first train to the nearest big city. So we rushed to Pisa where she was admitted to hospital. She was put on IV antibiotics and was injected with painkillers. She felt a bit better but in the Italian doctor's broken english he started talking about operations - maybe it was to do with the kidney, maybe he was going to chop off a leg - it really wasn't clear. At this point, I ran around trying to find flights back to the UK and got one an hour before it flew at a nice extortionist price (thanks Ryanair). We got back to the UK to discover the health system was worse than Italy. And we've been back in the UK ever since (note: Ruth's feeling a lot better but I'll get to that in the next blog entry).