I set off in the morning, and ended up walking one of these white roads across to this tiny country.
Finally, after 13kms of walking, this sign was where I got to San Marino. The actual formal border is on a different road, the main dual carriage way. Instead I realised I got there with a turning off that main road, via this VW dealership and a collection of factories.
A lady in a VW Golf suddenly stopped her car and gestured to me, and told me, I wasn’t supposed to take a picture of the signs, as this was illegal and said I should delete the pic. She had some t-shirt with a weird homemade logo on it. I am not sure if I stumbled on an obscure tiny fascist country, or this woman was the local nutter.
1. Planning visit to my final tiny country – 2. Flying to Italy for the price of two pizzas – 3. Getting there from Bologna via Rimini – 4. City of Rimini – 5. Walking from Rimini to San Marino – 6. What sort of mini country is this – 7. Serraville, San Marino’s northern town – 8. San Marino’s only youth hotel – 9. Castles in the sky – 10. Safe up the top – 11. The tall centre of community of San Marino – 12. novelty shops, post office and passport stamps – 13. The government buildings and plaza – 14. Automobiles – 15. The three towers – 16. What I didn’t see & finishing up