Cinque Terre (Part 1)

I'm in my room at the moment - it has been raining in London since mid-day and damn, this is so depressing. I need the sun! So after hours of chatting with Senah, exchanging updates and gossips, here I am in an attempt to blog about my recent trip to Cinque Terre.

Mak G has this coffee-table book at home "Top Places in Europe To Go" (or something similar like that). I don't know why she bought the book in the first place but I have been flipping through the book over and over again since she bought it, imagining myself to visit the places featured therein. So when Y & I had the opportunity to choose a destination of a place featured in the book, we quickly settled on Cinque Terre because -

(i) of the magnificent views and sceneries;
(ii) it's in Italy, neither one of us have been there;
(iii) we get to eat authentic Italian food; and
(iv) we get to exercise after eating those yummy foods by hiking and walking to the villages.

(Enough excuses, no? Maybe you can add a last paragraph after (iv) "a place to gawk at Italian guys".)



We took a flight to Genova, the birthplace of Christopher Columbus. From Genova, it was a 2-hour train ride to Riomaggiore - the last village in Cinque Terre, if you're coming from Pisa, Genova or Milan.


Welcome to Riomaggiore!

Bestfriends for keep

Last Saturday was a bang. What more could you ask when your girlfriends decided to throw a (2-in-1) farewell for you. Best still, you got to spend the night together and despite a long day of drama at home which made you missed seeing a dear friend who came to say farewell to you and an iftar with the girlfriends together, you went ahead with the plans as promised i.e to have some fun with them, although arriving later than you were supposed to.

And so you felt 18 again, like old times - you did silly things, laughed over stupid and lame jokes, watched your wedding video and DVD, binged on food, took funny photos and slept only after sahur (and woke up terribly late the next day!). These are the things you really wish would never end, hoping it would last more than just a night.

You will miss them terribly for the good times spent and they will miss you too, because little that they know, there are two of you who will be leaving the country soon. But you hope this feeling will only be temporary because you will anticipate to see them again when they visit you soon and relive the moments you wish that you are 18 again.