Two swift weeks of list writing, guide book research, itinerary compilation, price comparison and last minute RyanAir deals have come and gone at last and I am sitting in the kitchen of our little side-street hostel in Pisa, waiting for Harry to finish in the shower and worrying that this might not be the hostel laptop, as promised by Hostelworld, after all. Last night we arrived in Pisa and made our way from the airport to the hostel on foot. Harry took charge of maps and directions (which consisted of a print-screen on Charlotte's phone and a couple of last-minute Google Maps instructions), while I struggled with my bag straps and my aeroplane clothes and generally lagged behind. I'm already lamenting the weight of my bag (which was well below the restrictive 15-ryanair-kgs): this bad boy is going to get heavy. After a few lost moments we found the hostel, checked in, had a brief hospitality vs. carbonated water dilemna and threw down our rucksacks on empty bunkbeds in a dark dormitary. We went in search of food or the city centre (whichever we reached first) and finding that it was the former, settled down to €3 pizzas and loud Italian television. We made up the dialogue as it went along, which is always fun in foreign countries.
Right! Harry is showered and dressed and ready to go, so I will leave it there. On today's agenda: finding the Leaning Tower, taking the traditional Leaning Tower photograph (stand to the side, one arm up and hey presto, you're holding up the Leaning Tower), learning to wear my money belt like a second skin and catching our first train to Florence. Ciao for now.
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