Tuesday 21st September

 







21/09/04 Day 80


After a restless night bouncing about on a squeaky too-trunk I decided to put the stress out of our misery and jump down, which I did rather gracefully. The new flow like windows looked out over water and also San Marco and Rio Carmere. And early in the morning the mist made it really look like a piece of Turners. After finding the shower room busy with naked women I went in search of my own private bathroom, which I found of course, and pranced around naked. I joined my crazy travelling companion in the dining hall for a delicious breakfast consisting of a bread roll and cup of cocoa. We decided to not the vaporetto without a ticket(for a third time), looking at a £30 fine if we got caught. We got so scared we decided to get off a stop early. We arrived in our new home, dumped our stuff and worked on amusing no tent without a B&B, her daughter, a telephone call to some Brits and 3 old Italians. It was a bit hectic, to say the least, and eventually we managed to ask directions to the supermarket and we were on our way, complete with an old-fried chocolate. The hypermarket was annoyingly expensive, as were the bakeries - about 60p for a roll! When we returned a shaggy-haired Brit (Chris - he'll have his own section later, I'm sure) was munching at the breakfast table. We were persuaded to sit down and the group soon ground - a Russian guy. Frankly we were pleased to see that we weren't the only ones in this madhouse. We managed to make some lunch and eventually got out of there and so we began one of our great Venetian walks which incorporated nearly the Rialto - the Accademia region and over the grand canal on the bridge - down to the San Marco area and into the square where groups had gathered for the basilica and the campanile. We went back


across Rialto bridge (also over the GC) and through the San Polo region to the co-opt where cars suddenly appeared and we got left surprise. On our return here we were greeted with yet more iced tea, biscuits and this time a bottle being lemon-flavoured liqueur. Our idea to cot plop in on Italian tour should have began better thought through. At one time attempts was probably Spanish. For team to which we were had computer-literate, various modern and got down to write the day before being totally interrupted by a strong desire to named Chris (the guy friend, just in case it really isn't) At first we wrote time to have aside boat show. But then we got into the subjects of Shiatsu (sort grass), modern medicine, cool cold thing - day-fairy, floaty-crystally-new-age-y, wippy-wappy, woo-wah, lovely-dovey, bee-nizm. And we reeled his up. Story and tea to fell in love and seemed up and got arrive out realised that Christian couldn't save him. And he thought us all about meditation and having areas energy in certain meridians. He had a few good points but was really a suck-my arrogant, do-as-I-me, never in my opinion.

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