Lido Di Ostia

My next stop was Lido di Ostia for my last night in Europe. It was about half an hour by train from Rome and it was a lovely beach town- though very quiet and somewhat neglected at this time of the year. I was feeling hot and bothered and achey from all my trudging and carrying ridiculous amounts of kilos and I almost fainted on the train. Half a dozen old Italian ladies offered their seat for me and insisted I ate some of their lunch and biscotti- so sweet! When I arrived at the hostel I collapsed in bed and then called mummy and cried to her on the phone. At some hour of the evening someone joined me in my room but I couldn't even wake to introduce myself. In the morning we made friends and he ended up walking me to the chemist to get some drugs for my flight and then walking me to the bus later on to go to the airport, so sweet.