There are casualties everywhere, being nursed by paramedics, under the watchful eye of others with clipboards. I think they are practicing. It's right outside the hotel.
Sunday, 28 June 2015
Think positive, it's a partial success!
But I've had to give up. It's so hot and whoever built this path has gone straight up with a never ending staircase of very high steps. My legs have just stopped cooperating. I got to the top of Etna because I followed the road that the four wheel drive buses were going up and although it was a long way it wasn't so steep. This is torture.
I don't feel too bad though because a German couple half my age have just passed me on the way down and they have given up too.
Funny thing is that whenever I climb a mountain in Greece, Albania or Sicily the only people I meet are Northern Europeans, the Southern Europeans prefer to sit in the shade chatting. That probably explains their economic woes.
Ferry's full
It's some sort of holiday here and as a consequence the ferry is full, so I've had to get another one that gives me 3 hours to climb the volcano and get back to the port to get the ferry back.
As usual in Sicily, the problem is a lack of information and British Rail type employees who actually couldn't care whether you use the service or not, so I can't work out what my alternatives are, there's no map and the timetable consists of an A4 sheet of gibberish sellotaped to the inside of the ticket booth window.
Funny that Albania should be so much better, but I suppose that's the benefit of free enterprise.
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