What’s 2,400 kilometres long, closed to the public during half-time of the soccer World Cup, and gives new meaning to the words “bad smell”?
One of the treats of travelling in Italy is that, if you get lost, you always end up somewhere interesting and beautiful. Verona is no exception.
“There is only one cure for seasickness,” says Ian Shaw, our expedition leader, at the first on-board get-together. “Go and sit under a tree.” Pause.