So, as you can gather, neither Phil nor I really took to Milan but I feel its largely our fault. We just weren't prepared to enjoy it. It was always a day stop alone, and being tired and filthy always fades the rose-tinted glasses, especially when it rains.
So when a train whisked us away to Pisa 6 hours later we were both very grateful. Broadly speaking, what there is to say on Pisa is short - we saw the tower. (There's a bit more yet so read on)
We were only here again, for a matter of hours. First thing's first, we had a taxi waiting for us at the train station as part of the deal. Phil was very excited as he'd received an email saying they shall be holding a sign with his name on it. He felt like a minor celebrity, and literally had finger on trigger ready to take a photo of the epic moment. Imagine his disappointment when the sign read 'Jordan Selig' :-).
The hostel was interesting as it was in the heart of student Pisa (yes, there is one) and was like any well made house in Cathays - bare wires hung from hallways and half the building didn't have water. But to make up for this inconvenience we had been upgraded to a double bed each in the more deluxe rooms, free of charge..Meeting JayPee, the man in charge confirmed we were in fact staying in a student house with an entrepreneurial young man taking advantage of an absent landlord to make some money from the passing tourist trade.
Being Monday night, this student town sleeps. It runs Tuesday to Sunday apparently. However, we did find one bar open, playing cheesy electric pop music and serving pizza 100 yards outside our door. So, our first Pizza in Italy was devoured in Pisa, and was MASSIVE. Well needed after a diet of thin air for the last couple of days. And, so too, were the hot showers in the morning.
The leaning Tower of Pisa does exactly what it says on the tin. It leans, and its a tower. We had those atypical tourist photos pushing and pulling at it and then left. There was no way we could really accomplish more in either Milan or Pisa on our schedule for Italy. Rome, being a centrepiece of our week, has already been more fun...
So when a train whisked us away to Pisa 6 hours later we were both very grateful. Broadly speaking, what there is to say on Pisa is short - we saw the tower. (There's a bit more yet so read on)
We were only here again, for a matter of hours. First thing's first, we had a taxi waiting for us at the train station as part of the deal. Phil was very excited as he'd received an email saying they shall be holding a sign with his name on it. He felt like a minor celebrity, and literally had finger on trigger ready to take a photo of the epic moment. Imagine his disappointment when the sign read 'Jordan Selig' :-).
The hostel was interesting as it was in the heart of student Pisa (yes, there is one) and was like any well made house in Cathays - bare wires hung from hallways and half the building didn't have water. But to make up for this inconvenience we had been upgraded to a double bed each in the more deluxe rooms, free of charge..Meeting JayPee, the man in charge confirmed we were in fact staying in a student house with an entrepreneurial young man taking advantage of an absent landlord to make some money from the passing tourist trade.
Being Monday night, this student town sleeps. It runs Tuesday to Sunday apparently. However, we did find one bar open, playing cheesy electric pop music and serving pizza 100 yards outside our door. So, our first Pizza in Italy was devoured in Pisa, and was MASSIVE. Well needed after a diet of thin air for the last couple of days. And, so too, were the hot showers in the morning.
The leaning Tower of Pisa does exactly what it says on the tin. It leans, and its a tower. We had those atypical tourist photos pushing and pulling at it and then left. There was no way we could really accomplish more in either Milan or Pisa on our schedule for Italy. Rome, being a centrepiece of our week, has already been more fun...
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