Our first stop on the transatlantic cruise was Livorno. Kent, Caanen and I got off the ship and took a bus to downtown Livorno. Livorno is kind of like Venice’s less attractive and less interesting sister. Fortunately, we had bigger plans. We jumped on another bus, which took us to the Livorno Centrale station. From there we had to take a train one stop to Pisa Centrale station. It was almost like being on the amazing race, except that we were ambling along.
From Pisa Centrale, we still had to walk for a while. I sort of expected that we’d see the Leaning Tower from the train station, but apparently not. We ended up asking a couple of girls for directions. The problem however, is I have no sense of direction so I invited the girls to join us. They declined, saying that have seen it before. Kent and Caanen responded by saying that they would be able to figure it out. (For the record, these guys make terrible wingmen.)
We eventually found it. It was shorter than I expected, to be honest. But that seems to be the case with everything you see on TV. I once met Elijah Woods in Auckland, during the filming of Lord of the Rings and he was tiny. Makes sense why he was cast as a hobbit, then.
Anyway, I was still impressed. The Leaning Tower of Pisa was beautifully crafted and almost glowing. Basically, it was another large phallic symbol like the Gherkin in London or the Eiffel tower in Paris but somehow it seemed a bit more phallicy because it was leaning to one side.
What I liked most about the Leaning Tower is moral of the story. It just goes to show that you can fuck something up and people may actually like it better.
Have you ever seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa? What did you think?