Cinque Terre (part 2)

Levanto, we already miss you!

We could’ve stayed there a couple of weeks and explored the Cinque Terre towns and hiked and biked and tried a different gelato flavor every day. Oh, the gelato.
Make that a couple of months.

Check out this hike and bike trail that was built on the old, abandoned rail bed. It started at the beach and was nicely divided up for pedestrian and two lane bike traffic. What an impressive (and progressive) thing to do with all of their old train tunnels!

On our first day we started walking it, but the shortest member of our group (most importantly the shortest legs) put up some resistance after trudging through his third, dark, drippy, cold tunnel.

It was time to turn whine into wine so we headed back to town for dinner with hopes of another chance to take on this trail, – but with bikes.

Today, we did just that. Our train to Milan didn’t leave until 3 pm, so after breakfast we got set up with bikes and headed down the trail. (Yes, I know – shame on us for not wearing bike helmets, but there were none.)

Of course the views from the trail were gorgeous (once out of the tunnels).

The ride wasn’t very long and we ended up in a small village.

We were told by our hotel manager that more plans were in the works for restoring additional tunnels and building more hike and bike trails. All of this must be expensive – I’m such a fan of bike trails and I’m glad to see they are saving these neat old tunnels.

After the small village, the trail continued but with no markings and finally, no lights in the tunnels. Kailas is standing next to the end of our journey; a long, unlite tunnel with no pavement and an ominous sign lying next to it.

We turned around and headed back.

It was a beautiful day and there was still time for some fun at the Levanto beach. The kids played in the sand until it was time to hop on our train.

Okay, I don’t want to curdle the nice images in your heads, but I just can’t resist posting this. You can’t say I didn’t warn you…

This, my friends, is the train’s toilet.

Yes, that is daylight shining up from it.

All the pee and poo drops right down onto the tracks.

I guess after my complaints about France’s attitude on toilets, I should be happy they even have one, right?

This gives a whole new meaning to “Don’t play on the train tracks, kids!”


About marlashane

Artist. Explorer. Freethinker. Mother of two children.
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