Value for money: 5/5
Ease of use: 1/5
Italy, a country of immense beauty, untold History , overwhelming Art and Music, and of course Gourmet delights. - BUT upset the locals and you are in deep trouble. - Location: 2nd class Carriage complete with 4 aging Italian Nuns heading to Rome for a Papal ceremony. - well beautiful so I thought. - Anyway so the story begins.. As a Aussie Traveller and not familiar with the language or rail system, I armed myself with a 1st class ticket, complete with carriage number and of course the obligitory seat number, I made sure I was at the station in plenty of time to find the right platform , struggled with my luggage up and down stairs just so I could be ready to board and settle down - I even felt good about myself for achieving this without any assistance.. Anyway train pulls in, I check my carriage number & again struggle with my luggage to get it up into the Train which was way higher than the station, find my 4 seater compartment & seat number struggle once again to get my luggage up into the compartment rack and of course it wouldnt fit so put it in the aisle and hoped that people would understand my plight, once settled I take out my sandwich and drink and settle in for the ride. At the very next stop 4 little Nuns come in and head into my compartment. When they saw me all snuggled in and comfy they started to talk in Italian which I didnt understand, then three sat down and started talking/yelling louder and louder with their italian vocabularly, then one of them dragged my luggage which was in the Aisle out into the corridor and started getting very abusive. In the meantime tears are welling in my eyes - people from the next compartment came in and all talking at once and all together and poor little me stuck in the cetnre of a major italian war. - One of the Nuns decided then to go and get the conductor I suppose to throw me off the train as I had her seat ..- Anyway conductor came, still no English and grabbed my ticket - and then came crunch time he knew enought to let me know that I had ensconced myself in 2nd Class instead of 1st Class. - How stupid did I feel, anyway the good natured italian conductor pulled the Stop signal, we stopped at an unscheduled station - he helped me out and into the right carriage and the rest was History - as I was leaving my carriage full of Nuns, they all came and gave me a big hug and blessed me and waved me good by - that it the beautify of the Italian way. So the ending was fun, and I hold no anger except at my own stupidity for not checking the carriages correctly. SO TRAVELLERS BEWARE ON FOREIGN TRAINS. - THINGS ARE DIFFERENT. - BUT THE EXPERIENCE IS GREAT.