Leaving Nice, this was probably the longest day of the holiday so far. The main problem was that there was no direct trains from Nice to Rome.
First we had to catch a regional train from Nice to an Italian border town called Ventimiglia, which took around 45 minutes. Then we had a bit of a wait to catch a train from Ventimiglia to Genova. This train was probably the worst train we had caught so far in terms of quality, the seats were quite uncomfortable, even in first class, and the tracks weren’t that smooth so this train was barreling along and we were bobbing all over the place. It was the first time that we felt slightly travel sick – I was feeling pretty seedy and Chereen was feeling very sick. Genova station couldn’t come fast enough, and it was welcome to get off the train and get a bit of fresh air. We then had an hour or so to wait to get on the train to Rome, which was much nicer and smoother. It wasn’t over there though, once we arrived at Roma Termini station we had to catch the metro (underground) for about 20 minutes, and then it turns out we got off one stop too early and walked nearly half an hour!
When we finally made it to the hotel/B&B, we collapsed and went to bed really early. But before we did that, we committed the ultimate travelling sin – we got dinner at the McDonalds across the street!
Sitting down at Genova station trying to work out our train connections for the rest of the trip.
Our hotel room. The bed wasn’t that comfortable, but I can tell you, that night it was the most comfortable thing I had ever slept on.