Louise and I decided to catch a train to Genoa and so we did. We stayed at an awesome hotel called ‘Romantik Villa Pagoda’ I guess it was a bit romantik – it’s about 300 years old and was once the home of a wealthy Genovese merchant – and it had a swimming pool which we availed of. Although a bit ‘Fawlty Towers, we fell in love with it. The lift was ancient and I timed it once and it took 5 and a half minutes to get to level 2. We think there were some ghost floors, coz when we got to level 2 it seemed like we were a long way up. We had dinner at the Hotel the first night (I had seafood because the beef had run out (even though we were the only ones in the ristorante) and betroot gnocchi for Louise) and I decided to have an after dinner dessert wine – only to be told I couldn’t have it in no uncertain terms – ‘not available’ apparently – so I had a prosecco.
Pics of Villa Pagoda and surrounds
Day 2 of our Genovese escape was a bit of a disaster – we decided too head into Genoa Central for some sightseeing only for me to leave my mobile phone in the taxi – realising I didn’t have it just as the taxi drove off. A futile run down the road was to no avail. The phone and it’s associated features (google maps, …etc) were pretty much our lifeline – I don’t think I realised how much I rely upon it until the very moment it disappeared into the distance. Pissed off doesn’t quite capture how I felt…
Anyhow, after a couple of espresso coffees (which really wound me up, and after some helpful spanish tourists let me ring Villa Pagoda, we started to track the taxi down, and after returning to the hotel, it wasn’t long (using find my phone on the computer) that we able to track the taxi down and, thankfully, have it returned. Phew!
Anyhow, we think Genoa is a nice city and we don’t have any photos to prove it.
We returned to Milan to gather our strength for the next leg of our journey to Monfalcone, Grado, Venice and Pula.