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In this article I discuss problems with accommodation during some trips to northern Italy.
Highlights include the 4800-meter-high peak of Mt. Blanc, the highest mountain in Europe, as seen from the Torino hut at 3800 meters.
Room with olfactory extra
In Lombardy, one destination that I have reevaluated as I got to know it better is Milan. More than once I have gone on an intercontinental flight from there even with the excuse of spending some time there. A Milanese made me discover several non-touristy places. Mostly trattorias frequented by retirees in the neighborhood, light years away from the concept of a fashion city.
Since it was not possible to sleep in his house, we went to bnbs or apartments. One significant one had no air conditioning, and the only way to get some refreshment was to keep the window open that looked out onto an interior compartment. The owner stood below us and up went all the intercontinental aromas, first Chinese (the dinner), then South American (the canes). All included in the price!
A classic problem with housing, sleeping in hostels
Once I had no company on site, I decided to sleep in the hostel. Tactical location, 10 meters from a metro station, I arrived just in time also to take a look at the always beautiful Piazza del Duomo and to have a leisurely dinner. I had a hard time getting to sleep because a Chinese woman in bed number 1 had a tablet that lit up the room and I had forgotten my eye patch.
Around 2 o’clock I woke up not so much because the guy in bed 2 was snoring heavily, but because the guy in bed 3 was moaning and making noises at him: Ah what a thing! It’s a trumpet! What a thing! Psst, psst!
Around 4 a.m. I woke up again; the one in bed 2 was gone, while now it was the one in bed 3 who was snoring even more heavily than the other one did before.
The hoax was that by 6:00 a.m. I could not get any more sleep, so I decided to leave right away; getting to the airport an hour earlier would not have been bad. I already had a ticket to Malpensa, but at the ticket office they reassured me that I could also use it for the earlier train. I went up all happy thinking that maybe this time the sleepless night would be my luck, but instead the ticket inspector even gave me a ticket!
Tour of half of Friuli in a weekend and problems with accommodation
On the occasion of a weekend in western Friuli, with my traveling companion who is also a reader of this blog, we joked that we would have nothing unusual to report. Also a sometime solo traveler and fond of exotic destinations, we agreed that as a couple and in Italy, we would see some great places, eat and drink great and enjoy the pleasant company.
On Friday evening, after a little tour of pretty Sacile, we reached what is my favorite type of accommodation if I am driving, and that is a hotel in the country with a restaurant. I found it great to get from table to bed by just taking the stairs; it went well. The next morning we popped into nearby Pordenone, where a lady in front of a local campaign party gazebo was amazed to find that we were both from out of town; evidently they are not in the habit of having tourists there.
On the way we stopped in San Vito al Tagliamento before arriving for lunch in Udine, while on Sunday morning we went to Cividale and then visited Grado with its beautiful cathedral before returning. In those parts I had already been to Palmanova and Aquileia, as well as to Redipuglia for the touching military shrine. Obviously the most worthy city is Udine, but if you have your own vehicle, you can make a nice touring tour with small stops.
It used to be called arms stolen from agriculture.
Of memorable note there was the madness with the self check-in at the bnb in Udine. I had asked for directions to the parking lot but got no answer and they had not given us how to get in. I called and a little guy said it was because of booking and sent the link to the app in charge.
After filling in the various fields, I was required to take a picture of my ID and also of me along with the ID. Already the system would not let me indicate that there were two of us, for him the minimum would be three people. But I could not upload the photo with the application. I made a point of checking my phone settings as well before I hassled the little guy. That was the dialogue.
If you are there in front, you can send me via whatsapp the pictures and I will open you.
No we need 20 minutes to get there.
Then no, the application works.
We lost another half hour and following further directions that were also not very clear, we finally succeeded. Since these people make a lot of money effortlessly, perhaps just because they inherited their grandmother’s house, I think the minimum is customer focus.
This was my assessment, and the title of the paragraph was the title of the assessment itself in a famous app.
WHEREAS, I take up to 15 trips a year and for at least 40 nights I have been sleeping outside forever.I have traveled halfway around the world often solo and have no problem with technology. U I know daily phone and various applications even for work. Self check-in should also be a convenience for the customer . Instead we got crazy about it and had no assistance. In fact, the person I talked to even made me out to be a klutz.
Travel to northern Italy, problems with accommodation even in tents
I would like to make more use of my tent. I force myself to do this at least once a year and have often used it for weekends in the mountains near home. I try to hit the ground running after assessing the weather, but I often find myself alone under mega downpours. The din is a lot, especially if you’re in a forest, summer storms also involve a lot of branch movement. If you’re on a bit of a slope, water flows everywhere not to mention lightning and thunder.
But apart from some humidity and sleepless nights, I have never suffered any damage. To fall asleep I try to count the seconds between the lightning and the roar to gauge whether the disturbance is moving away or getting closer. Waking up in the morning, perhaps with a bit of haze, and dripping branches is always magical.
It is difficult with wild boar on the stomach
Just back from Guatemala, I needed to get away after a few days with family. The ‘agreement with my parents was that they would agree to go on vacation if I moved in with them to keep the cats company. The brother who lived there permanently was not enough to fulfill that task.
So there were 5 of us-two dissatisfied and nervous felines and 3 humans, one of whom was desperate and just evicted by the neo-ex. Those days were heavy as hell, and as soon as my parents returned, I loaded the tent into the car and escaped for a long weekend of castles and hiking. I was near Aosta, and the first night I binged on typical food, but it made me very parched and I had to drink a lot.
Although the wild swine gave my stomach something to do, I was so tired that I slept soundly. I was not awakened by the din caused by the cloudburst in being, but by the pressing need to go pee. I was far from the bathroom, going out would have soaked everything. I tried to resist. Before I exploded, the idea came to me to open the curtain the minimum necessary to empty a bottle of water (then a second one would be needed!), which I filled with me: ah, what rewarding moments.
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