We read in our travel guide the history of this magnificent place. Palermo fell first to the Romans, then Arabs , who chose this for their capital. It's so evident the rich history of this powerful city. The city ruins tell the tale of 8th - 15th century palaces and monumental buildings. Today the Sicilians have converted many crumbling yet romantic courtyards into restaurant's and pizzeria's. The famous Godfather church, the killing scene of Michael's brother in law stands before us, definitely a refresher of the movie is in order when we get back home. It may have been the sister who dies? The Godfather church scene Weaving through the back streets, taking in the local culture sets the perfect place to reflect. From palaces and multiple churches, stopping to watch a local wedding where bride, groom and guests are dressed to the nines. How life has changed. What once would have been a horse and cart as the means of transport, is now replaced with Ferrari...
Why are all the good places like Italy so far ? Or is it that Australia is so far? Regardless, over 24 hrs of flying and touchdown in Rome. The plan once in Rome was to catch a connecting flight to Prague for a sneaky weekend to visit long time friends and enjoy the Czech scenery. Somehow, Italian immigration had other plans for us because we missed our connecting flight. Shuffling along like herded cattle the queue was as endless as it was slow. Our first taste of Italian inefficiency! Tired and cranky, we regrouped over a beer and worked out Plan B. All problems can be resolved with money, manpower or material, in our case money. Prague isn't the easiest place to get to from Rome and we settled for a Saturday 1pm flight. Our weekend in Prague got shorter so we'll have to go harder! Tickets booked, accommodation found, a night in Rome, fed, watered and showered we're back at the airport tomorrow.
Oh geez, who would have thought a stolen wallet could cause so much grief. We're now in Catania, Sicily and that random act of farkery bites us again. We have a car booked at Hertz for the remainder of our trip, but without a licence you don't get a car. I know what your thinking. I didn't have mine with me either. Tempers rise a little, as we try to reason with the Hertz lady, she is sympathetic to our plight, but the law is the law. So what to do? Over a coffee and canoli we regroup and devise yet another Plan B. Looks like we're now busing it from Sicily to Rome. We've burned half a day in this dirty, awful, run down city of Catania. Don't bother visiting here, rather use it as the gateway to the rest of the island. With tickets in hand, we get on the bus to Palermo. We're sitting separately, me next to a stinky old man, and Andrew five rows ahead trying to keep it together. He's pissed but 2.5 hrs on the bus should reset him. We've really ...
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