Benito

A wise person once told me that the one good thing that Mussolini did for Italy was to get the trains to run on time. This thought I pondered as I sat in my train motionless, somewhere between Florence and Milan, as my train to Basel from Milan was pulling out of the station. Having arrived an hour late in Milan I sought out the ticket office who kindly charged me €5 for their inability as an organisation, but mainly it was for a reserved seat on the next train to Basel. Having to wait two hours for my next train was not that fun. nor was the thought of arriving in Basel in the pitch black, having no idea where my hostel is, and the forecast of snow overnight. Oh how good is this