The Winter Olympics in Torino 2006 grows on me every day. Grows in me in the way that it is a big lump in my stomach that I want to throw up. The first day of the events were as bad as my "pre-Olympics" experience.
After a -lot- of hunting last year I found a hotel ~1 hour away from Pinerolo by car (1 1/2 by train). Pinerolo is on the plains close to the alps and it is the starting point for the bus shuttles going up the valley. The pre-event marketing promised increased public transport, in particular trains, so I was hopeful naïve. I checked during Christmas but the train schedules were just as bad as ever, but I was hopeful stupid. The cross country events ...