Hello,

after a dinner of pizza and spaghetti, our bellies were well filled. We got tired and wanted to go home. That somehow meant back up the mountain.
Several taxis and buses stood around. Although my stomach had cooperated in meeting the Mare mosso, I wasn't sure what it would think of a serpentine ride with Antonio's colleagues. So walking. My left knee, I call it Erich, reported that it was only ready for a section without hiking boots and poles.
What to do when two members of the team show such irreconcilability? Ask Matthias what he thought about satisfying Erich by carrying me?
We strolled past the Funicolare. What luck! Although all day tourists had long since returned to the mainland, it was still open. A quick, inexpensive solution.
The cabin was already waiting.
Buy a ticket, stamp the ticket, get in.
Arsenio arrived shortly after us. He greeted Francesco. A great spectacle!
Then he wanted to know who all the other people in the cabin were. When he heard my name he sang an old Beatles song.