En route

I repeated the train journey I did last year down the west coast to Sicily, this time on the opposite side of the train looking at mountains rather than the sea. Across the aisle was a photographer taking even more photos out of the window than I did last year. I hope more of his than mine turn out to be sharp, though the windows were just as dirty. I did tell him about Blipfoto.

En route, a message pinged from Secondborn to say that she was on the bus to Gatwick. We converge!

I enjoyed the train on the boat just as much as last time, even though it was no longer a novelty, got to Catania, was very pleased to find that tonight's room was as perfectly situated as I'd thought: near the station for me, opposite the bus station for tomorrow and very close to the bus stop to get to the airport. From which, once I'd done some supper shopping, I got myself to the airport in good time to meet Secondborn!