The Italian Jaunt
Just a quick blog - I'm in an outrageously expensive net cafe, due to lack of wifi in my hotel room in Venice. Bid farewell to the old man today, as he's flying back to Australia via Gallipoli, so I'll see him when I return in April next year.
At present I'm in Venice, on the first day of 11 in Italy. So far it's been a unique experience for me, visiting an non-english speaking country (America doesn't count). It's a fantastic place though - so much to see, and so little time. For now, I'm going to have an afternoon nap, or siesta, since I flew over on the red eye from Gatwick airport, but later on I'll venture out into the town. No doubt you'll be hearing more on this Italian jaunt.
A big thank you to Glen for all his advice. The part concerning Gypsies was particularly helpful on the walk from the water taxi to the hotel. A well utilised snarl helped get rid of one persistent little shit.
Cheers all.
2 Comments:
heres a little heads up im not sure if i mentioned..
i proably should of..
take 2 steps of the grand canal 9not into, i mean away from the water..)
AND YOUR FUCKING LOST..
heres a tip..
if you think it will only take u 5 mins to get from a to b, allocated around 25.
if you think you can remember one particular way to return home, you cant.
every fucking shop looks the same, with those dam crazy masks (some of which are just plain creepy) and weird ass foods..
We found a really nice pizza / pasta resturant just near the rialto bridge (we were staying right next to it..) Id give u directions but you would enivitably end up in a submarine under morooco....
beautifull place tho eh!
make sure u check out bird flu capital, known as st marcs square.
also enjoy trying to follow the road known as something san marco...
its coo to note that 90% if not more of the shit at venice has been there, over the ocean, for like a thousand years (ok maybe not that long, but a fair while)
Great city tho, i really liked it.
How anoying are the beggars tho..
they just sit their all "maimed" asking for money and u know as soon as u pull your wallet out theyll grab it and run like someone who isnt maimed what so ever!!!
fucking beggars!
Our hotel is called the Castello, it's just near St Mark's square. Couldn't believe the amount of pigeons there.
I am tempted to kick a beggar off a bridge, but they'd probably kick back in a decidedly uncrippled manner.
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