Genova

Yup. We didn't much like Genova, some might say we never gave it a chance, some might say ... SHADDUP!



We ended up walking for a rather long time, after a rather stupid train ride (Italian trains are no candle makers to French ones) with rather large packs on. We most likely just turned down the wrong street and missed all the hostels and such, but we were tired, we ended up crashing at a hotel, a real hotel, the President Hotel.





This is the view from our window on the 8th floor, Genova has this old grungy look to it as you can see by these buildings

In the morning, after a great sleep in some very nice beds, Cherie straightened my hair. Brings back memories. After that we went downstairs for the full breakfast going on, I really enjoyed the scrambled eggs and ham, and pineapple juice and french moon shaped pastries, don't get me to try and spell it. We stole a bit of food for our hungry pocketses and were one our way, so glad to be rid of that place that we forgot to take a picture at the train station. Next destination Cinque Terre, hopefully better than this.