Tuesday,
2 May 2017
I
woke up early today and left after performing prayers and a light breakfast. I
walked quickly to the bus station at 18 Stycznia for my 07:03 bus to Modlin
Airport. I arrived at 06:50 and stood there waiting. 07:00 came and went. Then
07: 03. 07:05. 07:07 and still no sign of the bus. I was starting to panic and
thought of my options. I had run out of Zlotny and my other option was to hike
it to the train station and take the train to Warsaw Central and take a bus to
Modlin Airport from Plac Defilad. I was starting to really panic when the bus
finally arrived after 07:10. Alhamdulillah! The bus was quite empty but picked
up passengers in other towns. Despite the late start, we arrived Modlin Airport
at 09:56 (ETA 10:15). I sat down and repacked my toiletries. My larger ziplock
bag tore at KL Sentral just before I boarded the bus to KLIA and I filled up my
smaller ziplock bag and then placed it in the larger ziplock bag (I usually
bring a lot of toiletries and would need about three ziplock bags but alas,
each passenger is only allowed one bag). After a light meal and repacking, I
went in and Alhamdulillah, cleared security check.
We
boarded the plane and as luck would have it, my seat was at the very last row
(row 33). I saw that there was a row of three vacant seats at row 32 so I moved
up after the door had closed so I could stretch out and also perform prayers.
We
landed at Bologna Airport at 14:40 but it took a while before the doors were
opened. At the terminal building, I bought an Aerobus ticket for €6 to the
train station (I had earlier bought an ordinary bus ticket for €1.30 as I had
planned to walk to Birra; unfortunately, there didn’t seem to be any pedestrian
lane and no one I asked could point me in the right direction so I had to
return to the airport and buy the Aerobus ticket). The journey took about 25
minutes.
I
went into the station briefly before heading out. Spotting a hotel across the
road, I headed for it to ask for directions and a city map. Ever since my bad
experience in Madrid years ago, I had found that hotels are the best place to
head for to ask for directions or at least get someone who can speak English. I
was not disappointed; the kind lady at the reception handed me a map and some
general directions and I set off. I walked down the seemingly endless city
arcades until I reached Le Due Torri (Two Towers), i.e., Towers of the Asinelli
and Garisenda, which are the main symbols of Bologna before walking back
towards the train station. I also managed, with the help of another lady at
another hotel, to locate the canal of Bologna.
Back
at the station, I queued at the ticket office to buy a ticket to Rimini. The
chap who attended to me was a jolly friendly man and he told me to take the
17:35 train as it would take me less time and cost me less. I reached Rimini
just as it was beginning to get dark and went to find Hotel Alibi (I had booked and paid to stay at another hotel but due to their system error, the other hotel was unable to accommodate me and arranged for me to stay at their another hotel in their group).
Unfortunately, there is no underpass at the train station which meant I had to
walk the long way to cross the train tracks to get to my hotel which is on the
other side of the tracks. I finally found my hotel (got a bit confused with the
directions) after 30 minutes. I checked in and went to my room and stayed in
for the rest of the evening.
Wednesday,
3 May 2017
After
prayers and showering, I went for a brief early morning walk to the beach. It
was an overcast morning and as I walked, it started to drizzle. I walked up to
the beach which at that hour was deserted except for a lone jogger. I returned
to the hotel shortly after and gathered my things before checking out. Turned
out I had to pay €1.50 city tax for every night of stay. The bloke at the
reception told me I had to pay this tax at all hotels in Italy.
I
left and began the trek back to the train station. It took ten minutes brisk
walk to reach the station and I bought ticket for the 11:47 train to Bologna
for €9.85 (I could have bought a ticket to Siena – with a train change at
Bologna - but this would cost me either €52.10 or €57.10 depending on time of
travel. I found it more economical to break the trip: Rimini-Bologna ticket for
€9.85 and Bologna-Siena ticket for €36.10. Total cost would be €45.95 compared
to €52.10/€57.10! When I first started my research, the total cost was €31.10
from Rimini to Siena *cries*). It would leave me a short time to visit San
Marino and although I could have taken a later train, I wanted to reach Siena
earlier. Then I walked to the bus stop for the bus to San Marino which is outside
Albergo Moderno, a 3-star hotel. The bus arrived at 07:55 and after storing my
bag in the bag hold beneath the bus, I went up and paid for my ticket. I didn’t
manage to buy a return ticket from the driver (I later found out that I could
do that at the Tourist Information Centre. A return ticket costs €9 while a
single ticket costs €5) and settled in for the ride. We reached San Marino bus
station at 09:10.
This is what I meant. If I had bought a train ticket from Rimini to Siena, it would cost me either €52.10 to €57.10 depending on time of travel. Ticket price had increased since I first did my research!
I decided to check the Rimini-Bologna and Bologna-Siena ticket prices and they turned out better. I only had to queue at Bologna station to buy the ticket to Siena but still, it gave me some saving
From
the coach station, there’s a lift going up – the Old Town of San Marino is very
hilly and I had to struggle walking uphill with my bag (no left luggage that I
could spot). The republic is made of a few towns with the capital (also called
San Marino, like Singapore) high on a mountain top. The day started to clear
when I was there and I could see the Adriatic Sea far in the horizon. It was
fun walking the narrow winding streets although I could do without the cobbled
parts and the steep climb especially when I had to haul my bag behind me! You
can appreciate why San Marino has one of the highest life expectancies in the
world when people there walk up- and downhill every day and observe a healthy
diet.
Palazzo Pubblico and Piazza
della Libertà
Looking down at the town below and the Adriatic Sea in the distance
After
a whirlwind tour of the historic centre, I returned to the coach station for
the 10:30 bus back to Rimini.
From
Rimini, I rode the train to Bologna and queued to buy ticket to Siena. As I had
time to kill, I went for a walk around the train station. I found a kebab
restaurant and asked if they have a prayer room. Yes, they do have it at the
basement and yes, I could use it to perform prayers so I hauled my bag down to
the basement. After prayers, I returned to the station and had to go to
platform 18 which was a few levels below ground. I was glad I decided to return
early to the station as it was quite a bit of a walk to get to the platform.
The train was a very comfortable one and we travelled mainly in tunnels under
the Apennines for it was dark outside most of the time except when we neared
Florence. I had ten minutes to change trains at Firenze Santa Maria Novella and
of course the train would have to stop just before the station. We finally
pulled into the station and I practically jumped off and ran to the boards to
see which platform the train to Siena would depart from. I made it to the train
with about 4 minutes to spare...
We
pulled into Siena on time and I followed the directions to exit via the
shopping mall. A series of escalators connect the train station to the old
city; I think the escalators took me up about 4 or 5 storeys and I was so
grateful for this because no way could I climb up any hill that high with my
bag without help. From the station, I walked to the Airbnb which I had booked –
accommodation in Siena is frightfully expensive. The nearer to centre, the more
expensive of course but I wanted to stay as close to the centre as possible as
I planned to visit San Gimignano and Pienza the next day and the buses depart
from different stations in the town centre.
It took me more than thirty minutes to get to my Airbnb at via Cecco Angioleri, mainly because I stopped every now and then either to take photos of the buildings or to consult the map. I enjoyed the map and no one bothered me, no one looked at me strangely and at no time at all did I feel any hostility or being treated like a stranger. I did ask a few locals to determine I was indeed going in the right direction. This is yet another thing why I love Italy and the locals: it’s a beuatiful country and the locals are unfazed at strangers.
I didn’t realise I had to turn off at Piazza Tolomei and went on and when I discovered I had missed my turn-off, I retraced my steps back to the piazza. I finally reached the building and buzzed my host. The apartment is right on top of the building and I huffed and puffed up the stairs with my bags. I got acquainted with Eduard (my host), received some tips, placed my bags in the room and had a quick online connection before leaving to explore the historic centre. Good thing I had performed prayers in Bologna eh. I heard some drum noise while in the apartment and when I looked out the kitchen window, I saw people practising drums for the annual Palio di Siena at the little square below.
The heart of Siena, the shell-shaped Piazza del Campo, is literally a couple of minutes’ walk from the Airbnb apartment with the Gothic Palazzo Pubblico and Torre del Mangia forming one side of the piazza. Before heading there however, I went to check the bus station at via Tozzi for the bus to San Gimignano the following morning. I walked around the area before asking at a hotel about the buses and was told I could buy the ticket at the ticket office below the street level. So I returned to via Tozzi and searched for stairs to go down. I then bought a return ticket for the bus the next morning and a good thing too for I found from the timetable given to me that the first bus for San Gimignano would leave at 08:20 and not as indicated in the timetable. I then walked along the streets of Siena before heading for Piazza del Campo. I then had a quick visit to the Duomo, a mixed Gothic and Romanesque building, before returning to Piazza del Campo. Dusk was settling then.
It took me more than thirty minutes to get to my Airbnb at via Cecco Angioleri, mainly because I stopped every now and then either to take photos of the buildings or to consult the map. I enjoyed the map and no one bothered me, no one looked at me strangely and at no time at all did I feel any hostility or being treated like a stranger. I did ask a few locals to determine I was indeed going in the right direction. This is yet another thing why I love Italy and the locals: it’s a beuatiful country and the locals are unfazed at strangers.
I didn’t realise I had to turn off at Piazza Tolomei and went on and when I discovered I had missed my turn-off, I retraced my steps back to the piazza. I finally reached the building and buzzed my host. The apartment is right on top of the building and I huffed and puffed up the stairs with my bags. I got acquainted with Eduard (my host), received some tips, placed my bags in the room and had a quick online connection before leaving to explore the historic centre. Good thing I had performed prayers in Bologna eh. I heard some drum noise while in the apartment and when I looked out the kitchen window, I saw people practising drums for the annual Palio di Siena at the little square below.
The heart of Siena, the shell-shaped Piazza del Campo, is literally a couple of minutes’ walk from the Airbnb apartment with the Gothic Palazzo Pubblico and Torre del Mangia forming one side of the piazza. Before heading there however, I went to check the bus station at via Tozzi for the bus to San Gimignano the following morning. I walked around the area before asking at a hotel about the buses and was told I could buy the ticket at the ticket office below the street level. So I returned to via Tozzi and searched for stairs to go down. I then bought a return ticket for the bus the next morning and a good thing too for I found from the timetable given to me that the first bus for San Gimignano would leave at 08:20 and not as indicated in the timetable. I then walked along the streets of Siena before heading for Piazza del Campo. I then had a quick visit to the Duomo, a mixed Gothic and Romanesque building, before returning to Piazza del Campo. Dusk was settling then.
After
a while, I walked to Pizzeria San Martino at via del Porrione and bought a
slice of pizza margherita for dinner. Eduard recommended this pizzeria. It was
good but I think the pizza at Pizzeria Spontini in Milan was wayyy better. I
then explored some alleys before taking a circuitous route back to the
apartment. There was some noise again and when I looked down the kitchen
window, I saw some people enacting a play in the square below. This at almost
11 in the evening!!! The Sienese are indeed fiercely proud of their culture and
history and take them very seriously.
To
be continued
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