Let The Sweat Begin

After a relaxing day in Prague, we were hurried by the need to spend unwanted crowns. It turned out everything was to cheap an we ended up leaving with it all. We then spent 17 hours on a train and ended up in hot hot Rome. We managed to find a hostel with just enough room.

The hostess was a lovely lady who ill dedicate a paragraph too. She frowned at us when we slept in and scowled when we came back to late. She waited till we were dozing then sneaked in and turned off the Air-Con with a remote - the only control the contraption had. We sussed her out the next night when all six of us were in the dorm chatting and she couldnt be bothered to wait so just butted in. After some arguing she remained resilliant and we remained baking. The final testimony to her loving kindess was stopping us from leaving our rucksacks with her for the day, which meant a full day in the sun looking around the Vatican with a month on our backs.

The Dorm turned out well though, we met two guys from the west midlands - we didnt hold it against them - and exchanged travel tips till early morning. Along with another passionate swedish couple who understood most of the conversation till we started taliking about top gear and wetherspoons. On both nights in Rome we had the pleasure of hearing the couple whisper sweet nothings in each others ears as we tryed to fall asleep, the swedes werent that quiet either.

Our first day in Rome involved intense heat, a visit to the colleseum an a lot of walking around. We also consumed a nice pizza and a lot of ice cream/sorbet. Matt was a machine totalling 3 by the end of the day. We finished the day with a very expensive beer and the realisation that we would be broke by the time we left Italy.

We were quite surprised by the business of the city and on the second day decided it was time for our first beach trip. This was immense. We felt ultimately hairless and white but it didnt stop us from chilling out for the whole day. It was glorious.

When we got home that night, we chatted to Shawn an Tom, the 2 english lads, and did our internet malarchi. Our final day of Rome I already overviewed, sweaty and heavy Vatican stuff, I guess we got a real taste of Catholosism. We did also have lots of fun though, for me learning about the grave of st. Peter.

By the evening we were in Florence, recommended by the people we were talking to and after an elongated search for a hostel we settled in with a new japanese aquaintance, I wish he wore tighter y-fronts, as that night it seemed we had three light bulbs. Sleep was easy after a couple of bevvies and some live music in a park somewhere and another in a diabolical pub.

Aylwin