
We arrived in Riomaggiore, the farthest (or fifth town) by
train if you’re coming from La Spezia and ascended the steep hill towards where
our hostel was supposed to be. We marveled as we walked up at the picturesque
little shops and cafes in an array of colours and sizes. We found the hostel, and then the hostel
owner pointed to a set of steps (342 – I counted), also all of different shapes
and sizes, and told us our room was at the top. I had a 20kg backpack to
contend with – my travel buddy had a 25kg suitcase.
After a sweet little Italian man carried her suitcase to the
top, my travel buddy and I wiped the sweat from our foreheads and took in the
amazing view of the hills, the coast and the amazing rickety houses that made up
Cinque Terre – the climb had been worth it.
We spent the next few days exploring the other towns, each
as wonderous as the next. Manarola is perhaps the smallest of them all, and
featured a hiphop/skateboarding/graffiti exhibition right in the middle of the
town while we were there, which led us to believe it had the youngest, most
modern feel about it.
Next along is Corniglia – by far my favourite. Another big climb to get to the town, but this
has tended to mean it will be worthwhile once you get there, and Corniglia was
no exception. Not just because the gelati was amazing, but the town is just
perfect, with beautiful winding little streets, houses, and shops perched
precariously right on top of a hill. On one side is the ocean, and an amazing
view of the other towns perched on their hills over the coast, and on the other
is row upon row of miniature farms carved into the side of the hills. Save a
whole day for Corniglia – even just for the views.

I was very sad to leave Riomaggiore, and its ‘one bar’ that the little community of young tourists would flock to in the evening, and I doubt I’ll see anything like it ever again.
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