Sunday afternoon, December 16th, 2001
I’m going to have to publish more of John’s papers. Look at this — another Habershon news bulletin. Here, in her own words, is Clare’s report of her trip to Genoa:
Genoa (10th- 13th December 2001 with university mates Dhana, Sarah and Fi).
I stole a moped, Dhana was rescued from the Mediterranean by helicopter, Fiona broke an Italian Stallion’s heart, and Sarah was violently ill after eating 10 pizzas in one day…OK, did you believe all that?! If so, you are welllllll gullible!! Exaggerated holiday stories are just so much more exciting! Hehe! Seriously though, we had an ace time over in Genoa. It was nice to get away from chores such as writing 3000 word essays or indeed any form of university work, even if it was only for a couple of days, and who could resist, when a £6 return flight with RyanAir was on offer??!
We had booked a cheap hostel, which turned out to be ½ hr bus-ride away from the centre of town, on top of a hill, in the middle of nowhere.hmmmmm, not exactly conveniently, but nevertheless it was clean and comfy and we got an 8-bed dormitory to ourselves. Sweet.
We spent each day being oh so cultured…shopping, shopping, eating in restaurants, shopping, drinking in cafes, shopping…you get the idea!! Dhana was the last of the big spenders in purchasing a big winter coat and a ball dress.the beauty of credit cards.! I was tempted by many a thing, but settled in the end for one quality purchase: Italian leather knee high boots. Nice! Clare however did not have enough money for these boots, so she went to the bank and Clare (being blonde) wrongly entered the pin number for her mastercard twice, did not want to risk it a third time and have her card swallowed, and so had to borrow from Dhana and live in debt for the rest of the trip!! The “I owe yous” are still hanging over me.! (Sorry Dhana, the cheque is on its way!)
As for the eating, personally I don’t want to see pizza and pasta for a while now…not that that’s likely with Christmas lunch and the leftovers coming up. In true student style, drinking was a fundamental part of our trip – one lunchtime I got particularly merry…try an adios amigos cocktail – a mixture of pure alcohol. Well, I didn’t realise that until afterwards when I tried to stand up.well, it wasn’t my fault. I can’t read menus in Italian!! Hehe! Actually, that was one thing that did annoy me, my inability to speak/read/understand Italian. I felt so ignorant and ended up speaking French most of the time to make myself understood. Congrats have to go to Fi, reading French and Italian, who was a star and got us out of a few sticky situations, like when the bus broke down and we had to walk and had no idea where we were going. (I think I had managed to infect the others with appalling senses of direction!)
Well, as proof that we weren’t just permanently attached to shops and cafes, I can inform you that Christopher Columbus was born in Genoa – we visited his house; there is also a pretty cathedral well worth visiting, and a humongous university (where Fi is thinking of going to study next year for her year abroad in Italy).
So there we have it. Genoa. FANTASTIC!!!”
Thank you, Clare.
Clare also mentioned her parking ticket.
“Ahhhhh, commiserations Catherine on your parking ticket….join the club! It’s just so frustrating isn’t it. Well, my love for clothes shopping was my downfall. I paid for the maximum stay on this street (1hr for 30p) and was 20 minutes over. (I was so enthralled by bargains in River Island, I just forgot the time…easily done huh!?) I arrived back at the car to find a huge ugly yellow package on the windscreen “Penalty Charge Notice. Warning:It is an offence for any person other than the driver to remove this notice” I wish someone had done so. Inside was a £30 fine which goes up to £60 if you don’t pay within 28 days. Waste of money I know, but I’ve sent my cheque off already – rather 30 than 60 eh!? I drove off, only to be further embittered by the smug smile on the warden’s face as she stuck another huge ugly yellow package on some other poor soul’s windscreen.”
Well, Clare, mine only goes up to $50 if I don’t pay it. How blessed I am living in America.