We began our stay in Italy by practicing all the Italian we knew; bolognese, pickio us upio (we figured putting an e-o sound on the end of words made them Italian), pasta, bonjourno and so on. Things were not looking too hot if actual conversation was required...
We waited for about an hour and a hlaf for the first lift. Ended up being a guy telling us our plan was stupid, Genova was aaages away from Milan and it would be hard to get there. He also said he couldn't take us but in the end he did drive us to a better spot where all roads led to Genova. Also taught us a little more Italian so that was all good.
So at this new spot we began again. High hopes. Then medium hopes. Then low hopes. Then no hopes.
When do seasoned hitch hikers find themselves dispairing? When the Italian police come and tell you they are going to arrest you. Hitch hiking is illegal in Italy they told us and so we had better catch a bus, then a metro and then a train over to France and try again there.
SUCK!
We carried on hitching for a bit but when they returned with 3 police cars and made things pretty clear they weren't happy with us, we headed off to Milan to catch a train.
So we got to the station only to find all trains had left till the next morning. So we decided to try some last minute couch surfing. And it worked! Called up a guy and he was sweet to let us stay for the night. One minutes warning. Now that is a generous guy!
Then next morning we caught a train to Antibes in southern France, met up with our new host Romain and it was time to begin looking for work on a yacht. Or not work, but just an opportunity to learn to sail...
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