Much to my own surprise, still alive in Italy
In Pompei right now, town made famous for its many many dead people that were killed by a volcano. I haven't seen said corpses yet, but we're on our way.
That thing you've heard about Venice - that it's mostly water - is certainly true. The things that you may have heard - that Venice is clogged with tourists from the world over, and that it is expensive as hell - these things are also true. The thing that you haven't heard - that Venice has incurred the wrath of the sea gods by standing in defiance of them and will be soon swallowed up in their fury - is most true of all. At high tide the Plaza de St. Marco, the primary tourism destination, is ankle deep in water. It also rained like mad last night in a bold attempt to finally sink the city, which our friendly wine vendor told us would be very bad for the concerto.
"Which concerto?" I asked, fully expecting some classical cultural event that would be very appropriate of the renaissance atmosphere of the city.
"Pink Floyd," replied the wine merchant.
Another thing about Venice is that it has far and away the most cute girls of anywhere I have yet been in Italy. There are so many, in fact, that Venice could (and should) construct a raft out of cute girls to float the whole city on and thus avoid the wrath of the gods of the sea for at least a little while longer. It's a surprisingly sound plan. Being a city where every square centimeter of land has been crafted by hand, the city doesn't roll particulairly high in the building materials department. Cute girls float, they're free to import, and plentiful. All that Venice has to do is put on some sales at their city's many many many high end fashion outlets to attract their building supplies, an then and reap the bouyant rewards.
Took the night train from Venice to Napoli. Having done this before and being that much wiser, we got a sleeper room for the trip. Seeing as it was a ten hour train ride, the sleeper was more than worth the extra price. I slept like a baby the whole way and they brought us coffee to get us up an hour from our stop, as opposed to coach where you sit next to the man whose foot odour ends the world and they wake you up every hour to try to sell you food.
Didn't spend much time in Napoli (a friend of mine who has been to Italy informed me that it is "the pit of hell") so we hopped the train straight to Pompei, dropped our bags off at a sketchy hotel with a great view and 100 year old door locks, and got a very much anticipated calzone. After that, I saw an internet kiosk in the market, and that brings us pretty much to this moment.
I'll try to update again from Ireland when I get there tomorrow night. Pictures soon.
That thing you've heard about Venice - that it's mostly water - is certainly true. The things that you may have heard - that Venice is clogged with tourists from the world over, and that it is expensive as hell - these things are also true. The thing that you haven't heard - that Venice has incurred the wrath of the sea gods by standing in defiance of them and will be soon swallowed up in their fury - is most true of all. At high tide the Plaza de St. Marco, the primary tourism destination, is ankle deep in water. It also rained like mad last night in a bold attempt to finally sink the city, which our friendly wine vendor told us would be very bad for the concerto.
"Which concerto?" I asked, fully expecting some classical cultural event that would be very appropriate of the renaissance atmosphere of the city.
"Pink Floyd," replied the wine merchant.
Another thing about Venice is that it has far and away the most cute girls of anywhere I have yet been in Italy. There are so many, in fact, that Venice could (and should) construct a raft out of cute girls to float the whole city on and thus avoid the wrath of the gods of the sea for at least a little while longer. It's a surprisingly sound plan. Being a city where every square centimeter of land has been crafted by hand, the city doesn't roll particulairly high in the building materials department. Cute girls float, they're free to import, and plentiful. All that Venice has to do is put on some sales at their city's many many many high end fashion outlets to attract their building supplies, an then and reap the bouyant rewards.
Took the night train from Venice to Napoli. Having done this before and being that much wiser, we got a sleeper room for the trip. Seeing as it was a ten hour train ride, the sleeper was more than worth the extra price. I slept like a baby the whole way and they brought us coffee to get us up an hour from our stop, as opposed to coach where you sit next to the man whose foot odour ends the world and they wake you up every hour to try to sell you food.
Didn't spend much time in Napoli (a friend of mine who has been to Italy informed me that it is "the pit of hell") so we hopped the train straight to Pompei, dropped our bags off at a sketchy hotel with a great view and 100 year old door locks, and got a very much anticipated calzone. After that, I saw an internet kiosk in the market, and that brings us pretty much to this moment.
I'll try to update again from Ireland when I get there tomorrow night. Pictures soon.
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