There isn’t much to do in Riomaggore, Italy’s Cinque Terre, at 2 am. In retrospect, it was not a brilliant idea to lie down at 6 pm and close my eyes for a “quick nap”. A town clock has just chimed, three tinny bell tolls. I hope I can fall asleep soon or else we’re spending our days hiking along the oceanside by torchlight, avoiding the other tourists, any spectacular sights and all shops. Maybe there are ghosts and vampires but will they sell focaccia with pesto or olive oil!?