I should not expect miracles, but I do expect more from 1st class on a train in a country which is allegedly a party to the EU. The bloody toilet was simply a hole onto the tracks! There was no where for luggage larger than a purse, and, despite giving themselves the day off with a national strike on Sunday, the Trenitalia workers on the Freccabianca were little better than useless. We were not the only folks astounded by the lack of accommodation for luggage. Part of the problem loading the train was the bottle neck caused by broken doors and dismayed passengers. The train doesn't even arrive until 10 minutes before it's departure, because, according to the conductor I asked that is plenty of time.
Somehow I thought we'd arrive in Levanto with enough time and energy to do a hike to Monterosso. Not so. The whole train journey has exhausted us and the weather remains cold and rainy. Having finally arrived here we are considering packing in the rest of the journeying and simply staying here. We will let you all know.
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