Lunch Time Drive

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The morning after and the big event and we all met up late morning to head out for lunch. The idea was to convoy on to Terminillo for lunch then those flying back this day head on to Rome, while the rest of us head off to do our own things. After stopping too soon we found the Roma Restauranti, part of the obvious ski resort. We were the only people there at first (and the others we only saw on leaving in the cafe area) on leaving. The waitress spoke good English which made life easy though personally there was only one item on the menu I did not recognise. The food was good and the service friendly. When puddings started to appear and then glasses of grappa, I was not alone in suspecting a dodgy bill, but when it came to pay the waitress explained how we had only part of the menu and so only charged up €12 each. Continue reading

Wedding Italian Style

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Well today was the core reason for my trip to Italy. Steve and Alessia’s wedding. It was held in the old ‘monastic’ part of a church (I’ll try to update with the name later) with a midday start. The ceremony was held in a court yard by the major of Leonessa (an old family friend of Alessia’s ?) and the registrar. It was simple, friendly, in Italian and fun. I spent most of the time in the balcony over-looking the courtyard as one of the unofficial photographers, getting shots from up high while Pak took from ground level. Continue reading

The Morning Before

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Think it as the bright light through the shutters that woke me at 6 a.m., but by 7:15 I had given up on sleep and rose (well my alarm was set for half past). We all gradually emerged for breakfast, including Steve, the groom, who last night had been too highly strung to be able to eat, this morning he seemed fine.

We’ve now a few hours to kill before meeting in the lobby to head down to the wedding. I’m in two minds as to whether to wear a tie. We’ve been told to dress how we want, including jeans and t-shirt so I might be the only person aside from the groom in a suit. It’s only 28 degrees here so I’m tempted, but it will get hotter later on and my pockets might be filled with spare lenses – not sure I want to take the camera bag with me.

Last Night’s Partakings

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Last night was always at risk of being chaos. 14 of us plus one youngster heading out for food as a group. The restaurant was booked by Alessia, though due to their being unhappy at dealing with such large numbers of non-Italian speakers we had to order in advance. This was the easy part.

To get to Da Mose we had to head out of town up one of the mountain roads to a small village which appeared to contain no buildings aside from An adventure/activity park. We proceeded onwards and upwards towards the summit (where I might have to return with a camera) until eventually we gave up and started back down the slope. After going through the ‘village’ once more we turned back round a second time and went to the only place, the adventure park. Guess what we found there. As pre-warned it was tatty, it was also empty. We were close to an hour late, but the food was good, the wine was good, and despite language difficulties and their initial concerns over us, service was fine and pleasant.

Once back at the hotel it was time for the bar and relaxing drinks before calling it a night.

The Ancient City of Spoleto

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Oh what to do. Around Leonessa there are other small villages, all with the same feel, either a few houses on the side of the hill with no obvious access from the road, else with a single medieval era street and not much more. Thus checking the guide books I noticed that Spoleto was near by and more importantly appeared to have an old Roman ampitheatre, plus a museum. There also appeared to be a 9 span medieval Roman style foot bridge near by. Continue reading

New Year, New Holiday, Italy

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Well it’s been over a year but I’m now back on my travels, for a purpose as well as to mark off a place I’ve always wanted to visit. So the purpose. Friend’s of mine, Steve and Alessia, are finally tying the knot in her home village of Leonessa, north east of Rome (about 2.5-3 hours drive from Rome airport). The place I’ve always wanted to go … Roma of course. Continue reading

Final Night in Delhi

The trip is virtually over, the song is near sung, yet there was one more place to visit before heading off out for the final meal, and thus I found myself outside the Masonic Hall in Delhi, meeting a man considerably more senior that me for a guided tour,  If ever you needed an example of where Masonry works so well, then what happened would be ideal.  There I am, a third of the way round the world, I could be in the city alone on business (o.k. I’m staying with friends, just let that slide) and this gentleman, who just happens to be the most senior member in North India, is showing me around the building and treating me as if we’d known each other for years and were good friends.  On top of this he mentioned meetings that he was sure I could attend if I were still to be around.  And that sums much of masonry up, you can be virtually anywhere around the world, but not have to worry about being alone. Continue reading

It’s all gone quiet

Well today was that time on a holiday when most people are hit by panic.  A day to go and souvenirs to buy.  While not having many to get, I still always find tracing suitable ones to be an issue.  Fortunately there were two things in my favor.  First,  I’d already seen Dilli Haat and knew the potential it offered (and that many of the stalls would be different), and secondly Simon and Ruth (with whom I’m staying) are experts at ferreting out local craft shops, and so first stop of the day was back to Khan Market for one of these gems followed by a cash point.
With some success and having hit an ATM for what I expected to be enough for the rest of the holiday I then hit Dilli Haat.  It was around 11:30 and some of the stalls were still setting up, but I managed to have a decent look around and get all bases covered, except I also found myself having to barter harder than expected as I had come to realise I had withdrawn too little cash and I was at risk not being able to afford lunch (which was going to be only around the 100 rupee mark anyway).

Still my duty has now been done, I’ll hopefully get to have a node around the Masonic hall in about an hour and then we’re out for the evening, till then rest time.

On Bicycle Rickshaws

There are several things to bare in mind when thinking about using a cycle rickshaw.  First they are not fast, and even getting started can very much depend upon the size and fitness of your rider.  Sure the younger kids tend to be cheeky and more enthusiastic, but at least make sure they can reach the pedals.  Secondly there’s not much protection in them, so in slow moving traffic (such as Old Delhi) they are fine, I’d not like to be on one any where were cars can move freely.  Third there are issues with suspension, or more accurately there is none.  Net result is you can be thrown forwards when it hits even the smallest rut in the road, so sit back and use your legs as braces on the foot rest.  And finally have a sense of humour and do not be in a hurry …