30/5/2016 Chris Hill-Scott’s photo blog

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London

The night before leaving I slept at my friend Paul’s flat (thanks Paul!) to be closer to the airport. My flight was at 8:30am but nervous anticipation and the summer sky—light so early—had me out of the door at 5:30am.

I left behind a bag containing the clothes I’d worn the previous day. Everything else I distributed amongst my pockets (3 in my shorts and 2 in my jacket). The experiment had begun.

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Self London

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Stansted Airport

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Pisa

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Carrara

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Riomaggiore

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Manarola

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Corniglia

After two buses, three trains, a flight, and many flights of steps I arrived in Corniglia at 3pm. Plenty enough time to walk every street in the village and go for a swim in the sea.

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Corniglia

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Corniglia

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Corniglia

Looking at a picture of my hotel inside my hotel room

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Corniglia

I had three nights booked in a camera (literally ‘room’) in Corniglia. It was big enough for a single bed, wardrobe, fold-out desk and nothing more. I—yawning before sundown—was only interested in the bed. Days with flights are like that.

Before going to sleep I thought to make the most of the early night. Sunrise would be at 6:30am; I set my alarm for 5:30am. You can do that when you travel by yourself.

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Corniglia

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Corniglia

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Corniglia

Part of the article London to Corniglia

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Corniglia

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Corniglia

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Corniglia

Looking at a picture of my hotel inside my hotel room

Part of the article London to Corniglia

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Corniglia

Part of the article London to Corniglia