Crabapples!
Well hello again.
Today's buelltin of biblical proportions is being sent from the city of Venice, Italia.
Thats right, I am sitting in an internet cafe within the water city itself.
Can you believe it? No? Why not?
I'm not lying. How dare you accuse me.
Since we spoke last, I have been in Cannes (which was an awesome little French beach town), Biot, Verona and now Venice.
Italy is seriously cool. The food is beyond description, but I will still decribe it.
The gelato is like the first lick of icecream from a a new container. With a small spoon.
The pizza is just very well made, with just the perfect mix of bread, tomato and creamy mozerrella.
Nothing is as crowded as people say. Just think a typical mall on a Saturday afternoon.
More about the trip:
We share a tent with a tent mate. But you only really sleep there so it don't matter.
There is a lot of travelling, but it doesn't drag on.
We share with packing and such. I'm a cookie and I am good at cooking. The food is plentiful and nice because our cook (Jelly) is a genius.
The 45 day camping crowd think we are the best and the hardest because everyone else sleeps in ponsy cabins for only like 2 weeks. Soft bastards.
Most nights are party nights, but people pick and choose when they want to get with it. There are lots of early morning starts (7am), so personal sleep management is important.
Its amazing how quickly you can become blaze about the new places you see. Its like oh great, Juliet's balcony, the movie star hands at Cannes, the gondolas at Venice... ho hum... But not really, of course. Its just part of life now - its going to be hard to stop. Lucky its not for another 6 weeks!
Ooooh. I won the bus raffle and got 4o euro to gamble at the Monte Carlo in Monaco. I put it all on red with everyone watching and it came up black. Arsehat!
Also, my phone is fine. It survived a night in the rain somehow. Ask Kirsty for my number, I can't remember it. I have texted mum and everything should be go again.
Bye all! Love to you all.
Today's buelltin of biblical proportions is being sent from the city of Venice, Italia.
Thats right, I am sitting in an internet cafe within the water city itself.
Can you believe it? No? Why not?
I'm not lying. How dare you accuse me.
Since we spoke last, I have been in Cannes (which was an awesome little French beach town), Biot, Verona and now Venice.
Italy is seriously cool. The food is beyond description, but I will still decribe it.
The gelato is like the first lick of icecream from a a new container. With a small spoon.
The pizza is just very well made, with just the perfect mix of bread, tomato and creamy mozerrella.
Nothing is as crowded as people say. Just think a typical mall on a Saturday afternoon.
More about the trip:
We share a tent with a tent mate. But you only really sleep there so it don't matter.
There is a lot of travelling, but it doesn't drag on.
We share with packing and such. I'm a cookie and I am good at cooking. The food is plentiful and nice because our cook (Jelly) is a genius.
The 45 day camping crowd think we are the best and the hardest because everyone else sleeps in ponsy cabins for only like 2 weeks. Soft bastards.
Most nights are party nights, but people pick and choose when they want to get with it. There are lots of early morning starts (7am), so personal sleep management is important.
Its amazing how quickly you can become blaze about the new places you see. Its like oh great, Juliet's balcony, the movie star hands at Cannes, the gondolas at Venice... ho hum... But not really, of course. Its just part of life now - its going to be hard to stop. Lucky its not for another 6 weeks!
Ooooh. I won the bus raffle and got 4o euro to gamble at the Monte Carlo in Monaco. I put it all on red with everyone watching and it came up black. Arsehat!
Also, my phone is fine. It survived a night in the rain somehow. Ask Kirsty for my number, I can't remember it. I have texted mum and everything should be go again.
Bye all! Love to you all.
2 Comments:
Here is a nice wee story.
I got a call last night where a lady was in her house and heard splatters on her roof. She went out and saw a big plane fly overhead. Her house was covered in poos.
In other news: Mindy is a ho.
By Anonymous, at 8:54 am
Is that true Kirsty? That is disgusting!
Also Andrew next time you get on the internet you should comment on my blog. It will take you 20secs you lazy ass.
Sounds like you're doing terribly so I'm glad. Just kidding. Keep having fun.
By Mindy, at 8:55 am
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