After breezing through our Cinque Terre starting point, Riomaggiore, we arrived in Manarola via ferry shortly before sunset, leaving us just enough time to dump our bags in our harbour-view room before heading out to climb another hill from which we could enjoy more stunning views.
Let’s just take a second to appreciate this. How is Italy just so perfect?! Can you imagine living here? Going to school here? Working here? I mean come on. (It almost shames me that I really did consider the problems the residents of Manarola must have with their ASOS deliveries, but that’s the only issue I see with living here.)
After a quick shower & change, dinner was seafood (duh) overlooking the Ligurian as the sea breeze and setting sun dried my hair. Just look at that sky! I was temporarily-distracted from the view by a new little reptile (Gecko?) friend; I kind of want a pet lizard now.
We followed-up with a quick pasta-burning stroll then an obligatory gelato to fatten us right back up again. The perils of Italy.
The next morning the light had transformed into a hazy blue.
We were up and out early with the intent of hiking to Corniglia. That plan was scuppered when, minutes after setting off, we hit a locked gate: apparently paths can be closed due to landslide risk. We did see a girl approach from the other direction and solve the problem by climbing the fence and shimmying along, hanging a hundred metres or so above the cliffs(!).
Sensible beings that we are, we turned around, said hello and goodbye to Manarola again, and headed for the train station.