Piran
Piran
June 23, 2005
The trip from Venice to Piran was uneventful and we arrived without any problems.
Our hotel was only a short walk from the pier and seemed a decent place. The day
was nearly over when we arrived so we grabbed a bite to eat on the water. Our waiter
was drunk, or so he acted, and the food was similar to Italian: I had the spaghetti
Napoli and gelato for dessert.
After this Tyler, Brent and I played 20 questions on the river bank for awhile before
walking the length of the coast to the tip. During this walk we saw a top-less girl
and I was unsure if this was normal or not, but Tyler especially enjoyed the view,
before heading back to the hotel.
Piran
June 24, 2005
We arose early to grab breakfast and see the city. Brent was convinced that the
man at the nearby table was Hank Azaria, but I was doubtful; he had an English accent
and a mole on his left cheek so we’ll have to check it out later.
After breakfast and a quick stop at the bus station to check bus times, Brent, my
grandpa, and I headed up the hill to the old Greek ruins. The views was well worth
the journey, but soon enough we were walking the streets to get the feel of the
place before taking off.
Fortifications in Piran
St. George Church in Piran