I arrived in Venice yesterday morning after another night train from Monaco. This one wasn’t as bad – no stinky people and I managed to sleep more than an hour. When we got to our cosy little compartment, there was a mother and daughter already there. The mother was pretty old and decrepit (I guess it could have been her grandmother) so she had taken my bed on the bottom. Fair enough. But her twat grand/daughter didn’t want to move also, so P and I could sleep on the same level and talk because they wanted to sleep pretty much immediately. Eventually we got her to move so we were sleeping on the same side, but it ended up being too uncomfortable to play a two-player Advanced Wars on the Gameboy. Boohoo.
Venice was cold, grey, and slightly raining when we arrived. We took a “bus” (boat) to our hotel which is on the island of Lido – about a 10 minute ride from the main area of Venice. Lido is where the beaches are, and actually has real streets with cars on them, which is something you don’t see in Venice. The old part of Venice doesn’t have ANY streets, so the only way to get around is to walk, or catch “buses” and “taxis” (boats). It seems very strange when you first arrive.
Everything in Venice is incredibly old, and also incredibly old looking. I’d normally use the word “run-down”, but I prefer “authentic”. It really is a very beautiful city, with the most excellent coffee you will EVER have. The only downfalls are that at this time of the year it is packed full of dumb tourists like myself, and it’s also a bit expensive – but I guess that’s to be expected of such a city. Tomorrow we leave for Rome, which I’m sure will be just as, if not more, expensive and touristy. Oh well, I don’t care – there are far too many things I want to see anyway.
For the first time since leaving Antwerp, I’ve been able to find wireless (sadly though, I’m paying for it). I have finally uploaded all 20,000,000 of the photos I’ve taken so far. Enjoy! (Come look at my holiday slides! Boooooring.)
excited for you! venice is a little cheesy but undebiably awesome. rome is amazing too, especially the coliseum. i grew up in europe so i have seen lots of ancient crap, but the coliseum really knocked my socks off. even doing the goofy audio tour is totally worth it. ♥
enjoying reading about your travels! what is it like to travel with a lover? i usually leave the lover at home and travel alone, but i’m considering going as a team soon. do you quibble? is there hatred?
Oops, I forgot to rotate my Venice photos and delete the blurry ones. Doh! I’ll sort that out in the next week hopefully. Note the Hot Sexy Blob photos (I only meant to upload one, I swear!) – there is porn on almost every channel at night! Titties everywhere!
We’re in Rome at the moment, but it’s too hot to go outside (when you are a pussy like me). We’re going to go to the Colleseum tomorrow, and hopefully the Sistine Chapel if we have time to do that too.
Traveling with P is fun. We do travelargue, but as it is when you travel with someone for longish periods of time, you ten squabble over stupid things, like emptying the trash on my laptop and stepping on my foot. But he really is the bestest person to be travelling around with – he’s my boyfriend AND comes clothes shopping with me! He even walks around the store looking for things I might like. Ace.
Porn porn porn… welcome to Europe
Was it tacky and tasteless, or at least boring? Caught some “sexy clips” on a sportschannel (!) the other night, frightening. Poor bored model (she really looked dead bored) walking around naked and pseudo-sexy on a tennis court, shot in 100% aseptic lighting… a very good laugh.
That sunburn looks nasty!
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Hi Molehole
This isn’t to be posted, but after your snarky email, you were tres close to getting a kick in the teeth and I couldn’t email. I thought my little anal dread quasi-yankee pal might like to be in the know about viruses. So poo-ee to you!
Anyhoo, danke for the postycard. Sadly, one can no longer understand a word of Francais, so I will have to translate it.
Also, it really is exciting to be in Mr Pauly Poo Patterson’s old class. I sometimes like to just stomp around a bit to be true to Pauly Poo’s style. I showed my class our form one photo, and I nearly died with happiness when one of my darlings (