30 June 2010
Colloseum!!! Yes Yes Yes, I finally managed to get myself onto a tour. Of course, the fact that it was 35deg, and took place in the afternoon made it DAMN DAMN hot.
The Hotel has a shuttle bus that takes you into Rome. It drops you off miles away from anything it seems – but it took me over an hour to walk to where the tour was, so I was HOT and BOTHERED by the time I got there. You get on an air-conditioned bus, so I was OK before we headed off
This was a walking tour. I guess no-one told the big fat ass Americans that got on our bus LATE that. They complained from the very first step we took off the bus!! They went on and on and on ......... bloody hell. WALKING TOUR – means WALKING, not sitting, not resting, not lying down.
ANYWAY – the tour I did was Imperial Rome, so did Colloseum, Circus Maximus and the Roman Forum. Truly amazing. I am so glad I did not have to stand in the queue to get in – My GOD!!! I took tonnes of pictures, and am so happy I did it. I was overwhelmed I think as it has not really sunk in.
Got back to Sheraton at 6:15 – took a cab. Well, they don’t put the air con on in the cabs. They have all the windows open, so you melt abit but still have a breeze. So, there I am, sitting in the cab with this young driver, and he heads off the main road, onto a dirt road ........... and I am imagining being murdered. No really, stop laughing, I was driving through the dirt with paddocks on either side, and suddenly my heart stopped ...... then he hit a left, up a hill, and popped out on the bloody freeway!!! Jesus! I think I must have sighed, as he suddenly realised what I must have been thinking, and he apologised all the way back. It was a shortcut to the freeway – takes about 15 minutes off the trip.
WHEW – got back to the hotel, all OK. Jumped into my costume, jumped in the pool – so hot!
THEN, got back to my room, getting ready to pack to head to Venice tomorrow – opened the fridge door for the Champagne I had placed inside – to find NOTHING. The bloody cleaner had chucked out my Champagne. Bloody Hell!!! All sorted now – chatted to the lovely Room Service people.
I ordered room service tonight, to relax, etc. The room service food is better that the restaurant food – the menu is different!!! Yum Yum. I then popped out to put the tray in the passage, and the door shut. No problem – I had the key, but it didn’t work. There I was in the passage – DID I MENTION I WAS IN MY PYJAMAS??? *sigh*. Had to find the phone near the lift and explain to the little “Antonio” on reception that NO, I could not come down as I was in my jammys .... :-)
Finally back in the room, charging all the things in preparation for my trip.
Venice, here I come. I truly hope it is everything I am expecting.
Colloseum!!! Yes Yes Yes, I finally managed to get myself onto a tour. Of course, the fact that it was 35deg, and took place in the afternoon made it DAMN DAMN hot.
The Hotel has a shuttle bus that takes you into Rome. It drops you off miles away from anything it seems – but it took me over an hour to walk to where the tour was, so I was HOT and BOTHERED by the time I got there. You get on an air-conditioned bus, so I was OK before we headed off
This was a walking tour. I guess no-one told the big fat ass Americans that got on our bus LATE that. They complained from the very first step we took off the bus!! They went on and on and on ......... bloody hell. WALKING TOUR – means WALKING, not sitting, not resting, not lying down.
ANYWAY – the tour I did was Imperial Rome, so did Colloseum, Circus Maximus and the Roman Forum. Truly amazing. I am so glad I did not have to stand in the queue to get in – My GOD!!! I took tonnes of pictures, and am so happy I did it. I was overwhelmed I think as it has not really sunk in.
Got back to Sheraton at 6:15 – took a cab. Well, they don’t put the air con on in the cabs. They have all the windows open, so you melt abit but still have a breeze. So, there I am, sitting in the cab with this young driver, and he heads off the main road, onto a dirt road ........... and I am imagining being murdered. No really, stop laughing, I was driving through the dirt with paddocks on either side, and suddenly my heart stopped ...... then he hit a left, up a hill, and popped out on the bloody freeway!!! Jesus! I think I must have sighed, as he suddenly realised what I must have been thinking, and he apologised all the way back. It was a shortcut to the freeway – takes about 15 minutes off the trip.
WHEW – got back to the hotel, all OK. Jumped into my costume, jumped in the pool – so hot!
THEN, got back to my room, getting ready to pack to head to Venice tomorrow – opened the fridge door for the Champagne I had placed inside – to find NOTHING. The bloody cleaner had chucked out my Champagne. Bloody Hell!!! All sorted now – chatted to the lovely Room Service people.
I ordered room service tonight, to relax, etc. The room service food is better that the restaurant food – the menu is different!!! Yum Yum. I then popped out to put the tray in the passage, and the door shut. No problem – I had the key, but it didn’t work. There I was in the passage – DID I MENTION I WAS IN MY PYJAMAS??? *sigh*. Had to find the phone near the lift and explain to the little “Antonio” on reception that NO, I could not come down as I was in my jammys .... :-)
Finally back in the room, charging all the things in preparation for my trip.
Venice, here I come. I truly hope it is everything I am expecting.
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