|Pisa was a real laugh..
1) it was pouring with rain.. i might as well have gone swimming in all my clothes.. same effect.
2) we had to trek about 2km from the train station to a leaning piece of concrete in the ground.. and get back again in 1.5 hours so we would not miss our train to rome.. and have i mentioned IT WAS POURING??
3) This leaning piece of concrete in the ground bring up many a questions.. how dodgey were the surveyers back then when then built it. It has sunk 2.8m down because it was built on a MARSH.. now if you built something on a muddy marsh... not matter how long ago.. wouldnt the fact that you are sinking when you are building it say something to you that it will sink once built?
I was the only one in the group that climbed the tower... this posed some very interested moments. once you reach half way you hit a smaller entrance of stairs which was built for midgets... euorpe is full of midgets... not just height wise.. but width wise.. one guy was so fat that he couldnt continue up the tower.. i had to get on my knees to squeeze through.. he had NO HOPE.(1 down.. 9 to go.. only 10 of us were climbing at that time). Once we hit the top we had the opportunity to go on the VERY top level...
a) 3 of us were game
b) 1 of us nearly didnt make it back...
the winds were unbelievable up top... so strong that you had to literally grab the long pole going round the inside of the top circle and pull yourself out and hold yourself down... i wasnt game enough to go the the bottom of the lean as i dont think i would of been able to pull myself back up to the top again. One of the guys nearly got blown over the rail.. he was an old fart in his 30s who got half way to the top and blown backwards to the rail.. and so decided to get down as fast as possible.
Once we hit rome... the trouble started
our first night we spent in the most dodgest hostel in EUROPE... it stunk of weed, graffitti all over the walls, stained beds and pillows with what can only be left to the imagination, clothes with bird shit hanging outside the window and a kitchen which looked as if a bomb had hit it.the owner was drugged up and extremely pushy.. with the girls a little scared.. we stayed one night and then moved to a fantastic normal hostel this morning. on the up side.. there were 6 hot croation chicks in the room next door all in pussy cat pyjamas.
today we hit the colosseum where we had an italian tour guide who learnt engligh in Jamaica.. it was very funny... and then another italian dude who took us around the old rome ruins.. now he learnt engligh from a very pompous, tight arsed, do gooder englishman who obviously taught him "proper english"... the rain came down like a flowing river, yet he continued to stand there and give the tour.. amazing.
There was the usual GLADIATORS outside the colosus.. 2 bodybuilders and one with the same build as me... picture this... ME IN TIGHTS, with a toilet brush on my head as a helmet.. hahahahaa now i made you all cringe... thats how this weedy guy looked and the only engligh he knew was "hello...take a picture".. in the hour we sat and watched him eating lunch he had 1 client who never paid him... maaan did he get agro... weedy skinny guy in tights and a toilet brush on his head getting angry... good sight.
I made a quick phone call to home and then remembered the wise words from Sean about the price of phone calls, paniced, hung up and realised it was a 3 min call (OH DEAR)....
OH FARAZ -- the pizza here is UNREAL.. you pay 4 Euro for a whole pizza and its made of real ingredients... and HUGE.. im going to bring some back for you... you can take it to il padrinos and tell them to make you one that size and of that quality. i have been eating pizza for breakfast lunch and about to go out for some for dinner.