Genoa

31 Oct 2011

I had three hours in Genoa but with only an hour of daylight left for me to check Genoa out. The first thing that I did wasto  look out for an ATM. Found a few of them but the transactions did not go through. Italy is the only country that my bank card was not accepted by the ATMs there.Walked around the train station area and took a few snaps before spending time at a nearby Internet cafe. Next destination is the border town of Ventimiglia.

Genoa

Genoa

As the train left the station, I asked the ticket inspector about trains from Ventimiglia to Nice and she said that I had enough time to catch the last train. During the journey the train stopped for quite a while due to some delays on the other trains that were delayed plying the route to Genoa. I asked the ticket inspector again about the delay and she said that I just might catch that particular train or otherwise take the first train out tomorrow. What?

As the train was approaching Ventimiglia station I took my backpack and waited at the door. As the train stopped I jumped and ran to the Nice bound train. It was not only me there were a large group of people that did that too. While I was on the train I met a few Malaysian students that were on their way back to Nice from Venice. Chatted with them and as the train stopped at a station I noticed that the ticket inspector was about two coaches away and the police came on board in numbers. As I did not have a valid ticket to Nice I panicked. I didn’t want to be caught again without a train ticket as it happened to me in another European country a couple of years back. Might be black listed in that country. I managed to get off the train at that station. I tried to buy a ticket for the next train using the automatic ticket machine but the station master told me that there were no more trains departing from that station that night. It was a typical Fakawi situation for me again and the best part,  I really didn’t know what town I was at.

The presence of a lot of Police personnel at the station gave me goose bumps over the security of the town that I was in. Well all I knew that I was in France that’s all. Walking past the station I noticed a small hotel at the corner of the street and checked into it. The price was not that expensive and within my emergency budget. I was in the town of Menton. la perle de la France (“The Pearl of France”)

Pictures http://thefakawitraveller.smugmug.com/Other/Genoa-2011/19981833_fPrsL6#1574186341_XLg4qxn

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