Day 53 - San Gimignano, creepy Siena, and the stinky six person couchette from hell
We've wrenched our ticket from the toll booth and in a blindingly white, excruciatingly small rented Fiat 500CC, I realise something. "I don't think we're going the right way," I say to Rob. His eyes bulge a little. He's going 140 kilometres per hour on an Italian freeway and probably doesn't need this. I punch at the GPS and there it is; we're going the opposite way to San Gimignano. Even with the aid of a satellite launched into the atmosphere guiding our little Fiat, we're lost. We have to do a huge, wheeling circle back into Florence and out the other side. The toll costs 1 euro. I alarm Rob by thinking the door handle is the window control.
