We continued our direction of South through this great land
and hit the famous city of Pisa. Ah Pisa. Towers of the leaning variety, people
standing on poles and pylons with their feet and hands in their air whilst
their partner or friend yells at them, “left…no left you idiot, move your hand
up…oh that’ll do.” It was great fun being the quintessential tourist though and
attempting to hold the tower up, push it over, karate kick it, acting like it
was my giant penis (unfortunately it was too big, sigh) and really the funniest
part was watching the other people. As a side note I really love the effort people
put into taking our photo. When we ask someone to take a photo of us, I always
expect a quick point and shoot, but some of the efforts have left me astounded.
We have had a middle aged English man drop a knee in some very wet turf just to
ensure we captured us with the Leaning Tower of Pisa, a young American guy turn
into a photography director to ensure he captured the best angle and an
American girl take three of four photos from various angles just to make sure
all of the landscape was covered. Brilliant.
Next it was off to Lucca. It is a beautiful city surrounded
by walls and it manages to maintain its medieval vibe with all original
buildings still there. Mountains stand guard around the city while pushbikes
and joggers can be seen in every direction, enjoying the calm and sunshine. It
is a showcase of beauty and peace from its alleys and lanes to the delectable
Panini’s, authentic gelato, pizzas and chickpea cake. Delightful.
The hostel was interesting to say the least. Located in an
old church it did feel like you were being judged for showering, but it did
have an old and quite regal vibe to it, even if it was only myself and two very
creepy old German men in my room.
