Extortion in Tuscany!!

"Twenty Euros". I sputtered unable to contain my shock at this extortionate price for a twenty four hour stopover on a large tarmac bus park between busy roads and a railway. I grumpily paid up. It was late and I knew of no alternative within sensible bike/walk distance of this the Italian city of 'Siena'.

"They b****y well know how to rip off the tourist do these Italians". 

I muttered as I walked across to Sadie, ticket in hand which I was to; 

'Window, must, must be in window. Ticket, window. Understand. In window, ticket!'  

Well; ticket IS in window and we are comfortably settled in for the night. Tomorrow we will be off sharp for a day out in well preserved medieval 'Siena'. We'll be away by five fifteen though, when my window mounted ticket expires. There is no way I'm parting with another extortionate fee. We will head back out into the  countryside where I feel much happier, don't get ripped off every five minutes and there are plenty of secluded wild spots where Tanya is free to roam.

We have just spent one such night of meditative seclusion by a rushing mountain stream amid the as yet unleafed Beech forest  South of  'Volterra'. We were by a closed, deserted and vandalized Spa hotel. An English speaking lady encountered on our before breakfast walk, and coincidently the only person we saw while their, told us the hotel's warm sulphuric spa water dried up fifteen years ago. The whole complex closed shortly after. A beautiful secluded location with the lower entrance by the locked and bramble covered gate making a perfect spot for us to camp. Sadie was treated to a clear sparkling mountain stream wash while we were there. I had to wade in to the gurgling torrent to fill the buckets. That water was icy icy cold. No swimming in that I thought to myself as ankles and calves thawed out. Which they soon did as I reclined in comfy chair, soaked up the warm sunshine and admired my handiwork, a sparkling white as opposed to 'road use brown' Sadie.
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'Siena'.

"It's a walled hilltop city". I expounded to Tanya. "With steep hills, loadsa steps, narrow alleyways and multi directional mad scooter mounted Italians weaving between aimlessly wandering tourists. Guess we'll leave the bike and walk eh Tan".

My summing up proved correct with walking granting a rewarding day in a stunning city under warm blue skies. Again I took few photographs as www.land will have them all if you wish to see more. The 'Cathedral of Santa Maria Assunta' built with alternate layers of black and white stone was awesome. You need tickets and no dogs to see the inside but I did hold open the guided tour exit door for a while till the security guy very politely showed me it was on springs and was meant to swing shut to stop people with dogs seeing inside which I thought was really nice of him. Such a grasped at peep was enough though. Truly stunning.

'Il Campo' is the heart of the city and everything radiates out from its large semi circular sloping open plaza. All the touristy shops carry posters and pictures of the famous bareback horse racing festival which takes place every August in this 'Campo'. I 'barebacked' a restaurant chair and enjoyed a lovely meal in one of the small squares adjoining. Coffee was long lingered over as numerous people watching cameos unfolded second by second around us. A most agreeable pastime invariably brought to a premature halt by Madame Tanya becoming bored once she has scoffed the little biscuit often presented with the 'I've got a liking for it now' continental small cup expresso coffee.
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Easter Saturday today. We are snug in 'Vinci', birthplace of the great Leonardo da Vinci. We are also being subject to a very British bank holiday phenomena. Heavy and persistent rain. Never mind, according to weatheronline.com the sunshine is due back in a couple of days.

We did have warm blue sky sun yesterday and thrilled to a second and third gear journey over the high and hilly minor roads/tracks of the 'Chianti' wine producing region here in Tuscany. That was till the afternoon when I made a mistake on a roundabout. Mrs sat nav Navigator kindly re-routed us through urban industrial 'Firenze' and 'Prato' before finally depositing us in a scrubby car park right behind a Carabinero (military police) training establishment in 'Pistoia' which; was not where I had expected us to be.

I could not quite understand how this happened. I thought we were headed for 'Vinci'. On checking later I discovered Numpty here had only gone and entered the wrong sat nav coordinates without following up with visual map check as to the correct destination. Memo to self; 'Do check where we're going next time Steve, and best do it before setting off eh ... there's a good boy!' The accompanying self administered (but gentle) wrist slap hopefully will jog my tired and lonely single remaining brain cell into due compliance.

Ho Hum!