Ahh the Cinque Terre, one if the most beautiful places I have ever seen, has taken over as favourite place on trip. Embarrassingly enough have been pronouncing the name wrong for the previous 4 months, thinking it was in France and would therefore have French pronunciation....apparently is in Italy so not so much....
Arrived here on the 10th, en route from Pisa where we spent our entire allocated time taking your typical tourist photos - pushing over/holding up/licking/hugging/kicking the tower. Not that there was anything else there unless you count McDonalds and fending off Senegal-ese men selling watches, hats and handbags whilst evading the police.
With no accommodation sorted - organisation levels at an all time low - we caught the train to the first town, Riomaggiore. With a stroke of luck got a sweet as double room owned by a lovely Italian-American lady who gave us all the goss on the town and let three of us stay there for the price of two - always a bonus! There was some kind of festival (of the falling stars...?) in the next town so strolled the Via dell'Amore to Manarola where there were lots of market stalls, bands, saints carrying giant crosses down the street and dancers - joined the crowd of people dancing along the street before attempting some star gazing (my eyes are playing tricks on me!) to see the mysterious falling stars.