Thursday. I awoke as we were running along the coast past the islands off Le Lavandou, and watched our progress as we sailed towards Monaco. The berths in Monte Carlo are few, and we’d to drop the pick offshore and go in by tender, which was a new experience for us both. We hopped on a tourist bus right by where the tender dropped us, so had a look round the lower town the easy way, following the Formula 1 circuit. The bus took us past the casino and then up the hill to the palace square, where we got off to explore the old town and enjoy the fine views down over the harbours. On my only other visit, I only got to see a bit of the town round the station area, so it was a revelation to see so much more. The narrow streets are crawling with tourists and tourist traps, but have a certain charm. We walked round to the ‘exotic gardens’ which are very well kept and stocked, though we cared little for the hideous cactus collection! There is a lot of colour from the bedding scheme and from perennials such as bougainvillea, and of course fine views over the smaller harbour and out to sea.
Victoria & Albert (MV and His Serene Higness, Prince of Monaco) |
Before lunch, we watched the rather relaxed changing of the guard at the royal palace. The white-suited guards were well-drilled and synchronised, but their marching was a shade less crisp than the creases in their uniform! The return journey to the ship was less good: we were on the lower deck of the bus, and it was stiflingly hot. The tender ride back to the ship was pleasant and direct, with a bit of breeze to cool us down a bit.
Dinner was pretty good as usual (roast veal for me), and afterwards our quiz team got all the questions right, bet the lot on the wipe-out question and won it on ‘what is the official language of Mozambique?’ (Portuguese, as those of us with a bit of exposure to that language know well.
Friday. We arrived in La Spezia around 06:00, awaking to a somewhat unprepossessing view of the container port. Some of the containers are manoeuvred with huge gantries, but a lot are lifted and deposited by mobile cranes, and shunted around the depot by tractor and skeleton trailers. The skills of the crane operators vary: some load or unload in one fluid movement, while others take several attempts to hook the containers and then drop them in the right place.
After breakfast, a shuttle bus took us to the cruise terminal, just outside which we found a little tourist road train that took us up to the Piazza Garibaldi (every Italian town has one...), near the railway station. We queued at the ticket machines for a good ten minutes for our tickets to Levanto at the western end of the Cinque Terre, and then had to stand for much of the way. The train runs most of the way in tunnels, but broke out for long enough to suggest pauses at Monterosso and Vernazza on the way back. The station in Levanto is quite a long way from the water, so, the sun having come out and the temperature having risen a fair bit, we opted to head back straight away. We got off in Monterosso and sat for a while watching people play in the water. The beach (pay to access) is narrow and completely covered with ranks and files of umbrellas, so it’s somewhere to go if you like the proximity of others in large numbers. A bit like La Spezia station, really. But the bar offered a space in the shade where we each nursed a drink for a good while!
Next stop Vernazza, which was just as crowded but still very attractive, with its long pedestrian main drag running down to the harbour. Utter tourist trap, but only because it is so pretty. We had lunch there, then a little stroll round the harbour before catching our train back to La Spezia.
Wiped out in the quiz tonight. Oh well.
Saturday. We saw a little of last night’s blood moon last night, but the effect was spoiled (a) by the fact that there was only a fingernail of moon showing, and (b) by a bank of cloud on the horizon at the critical time. Still, it was decidedly red.
We were a little anxious about today’s Rome trip. We’d booked only the coach ride without any guided tour element, opting instead for the hop-on, hop-off bus. When we got down to the bus only ten minutes early (having been told to arrive at the departure time and not before) it was full all bar a few single seats and two in the back row. Consequently, we had a pretty uncomfortable ride to Rome. Fortunately, we were able to mute the loudspeaker nearest our seats, and the other good news is that we got to know a couple more fellow passengers, young teachers with a baby daughter. We did the usual stuff: the wedding cake Palazzo Venezia, the Spanish Steps, the Trevi fountain and St Peter’s square. The temperature was well over 30º, with high humidity, so it was a tiring experience. But a very rewarding one, with the added benefit of the chance to see a lot of architecture. On the way back to the coach pick up point, for example, the driver obligingly did a full circuit of the Coliseum.
We had an inexpensive pizza per man in a side street café near the Palazzo Venezia before picking up the tour bus again to go to St Peter’s square. Unfortunately, the bus we’d used to go to Rome was unexpectedly unavailable by the evening, so we’d a bit of a wait for the replacement, which arrived without the promised supplies of bottled water. I’d drunk a good litre of water during the day, but was ready for more. Well, the restaurant provided plenty when we got back to the ship.
Our diverse little quiz team got together for the wipeout again this evening, and we won again! Remains to be seen, of course, what sort of prizes we get for the stamps we’ve earned on our cards!
But I’m afraid the lasting impressions will be of heat, crowds, touts and litter. It’s a comfort to be back on the water again on our way to Corsica - and there’s rather more reddish moon to be seen tonight!