It's September 5th and an ungodly hour in the morning. Around 7:30 now I think. I'm in Montorosso al Mare one of the five towns. Last night Emily, Guy, James, Henry, Zach and I met up at Termini to catch an 11:58pm train to La Spezia. Waited a quick ten minutes and drooled at the Mc Donalds sign and then hopped on one to Montorosso where I currently am.
The train was four hours and fifteen minutes long and since we walked so slow to board the train by the time we got on we didn't have a car to sit in, even after walking from the back all the way to the front of second class. This resulted in us congregating in the hall and using the small fold out seats in a meek attempt to sit and get some sleep. Once realizing this was not going to be a reality we took out a bottle of rum and hoped for the time to pass quickly. Upon passing the bottle with a coke to chase the burn we associated with some Brit's named Shane and Dan. Dan was really tired since they were approaching the end of their three week traveling holiday so he kept to himself and attempted to sleep most of the time. Shane indulged in our rum and conversation. Telling us stories of his travels and giving us tips on what to see and what not to do. We talked about music and he told us of his band, but for steady work he lectures about music theory and technicalities to the elderly and mentally challenged people who want to learn a little more about it. We disembarked from the train just three stops before our new comrades and tried to persuade them to extend their trip just one more weekend, after refusing we said our goodbyes and waited quick for the next train from La Spezia to Montorosso. The second train ride was much quicker and completely empty.
Upon entering Montorosso the time was just about 5am and we were exhausted and mildly hungover. Immediately we gravitated to the beach to lay out some sheets and crash for a few hours. Guy had the brilliant idea of stripping down and skinny dipping in the ocean as celebration for reaching Cinque Terre, so he did, alone. Not even two minutes later an angry Italian man came out of a beach hut and began waving his arms and yelling towards us. Panicking, especially since we had no idea what he was saying we grabbed our bags and sheets and bolted off the beach, leaving Guy in all his glory in the water. Once he realized what was happening on shore he shamelessly exited the water ass naked to pick up his clothes, smile and apologize to the man, and proceeded to take his time drying off and dressing; then met us on the pier.
Since our plans to sleep we crashed we had no choice but to walk around in hopes of finding a hostel still open. We referenced our maps and checked out a few places, unsuccessfully we meandered the island for the next two hours. Now it being a little after 7am we found a nice place to eat breakfast that Rick Steve's claims to be the best in town, called the Bar Dari. I ordered a panini of turkey cheese and tomato as well as a ham and cheese. Hopefully soon we'll find the beach open and able to be slept on.
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