Date: Sunday 25th May
Staying: Camping Fusina – Venice, Italy
Distance Travelled: 0 Miles
Song of the day: House of Fun – Madness
Cam and I slept late. We had the best intentions to get up early and go to the Doge’s Palace, but it all went astray, mostly because we didn’t go to bed until 2.30am. Since Cam and I have been making new friends at Camping Fusina we stayed up late chatting, meeting interesting people and sampling Marty’s (our friendly kiwi barman and F1-lover) newly invented shots. We had a great time, and at one point I found myself discussing US politics with an American student (apparently politics and alcohol can mix in some circumstances). We finally called it a night when the night watchman (or “fun police” as we were later to learn), came by muttering something that included the words “dormire” (to sleep) and “capito?”.
So, having risen late, we indulged in a cooked breakfast (and several coffees for me) at the bar. The more observant of you will have noticed that it is Sunday, and therefore race day. Marty arranged to start late so he could watch the race with us and despite the Italian commentary, it was plain to see that Ferrari were in no way going to pull off a clean sweep, and that Lewis Hamilton had somehow managed to work his way into 1st (commence wailing and gnashing of teeth from the two guys).
By the time the race had run late, it was now getting a bit too late in the day to be heading into Venice anyway, and we now found ourselves propping up the end of the bar yet again, having a few quiet beers. And then a few “Ferrari’s”, newly invented by Marty and involving a wide variety of spirits. Some of the people we’d met the previous nights dropped by for a drink, so after uttering the words “just one more” about 3 times, we did finally manage to get to bed at a relatively early 10.30pm.
Staying: Camping Fusina – Venice, Italy
Distance Travelled: 0 Miles
Song of the day: House of Fun – Madness
Cam and I slept late. We had the best intentions to get up early and go to the Doge’s Palace, but it all went astray, mostly because we didn’t go to bed until 2.30am. Since Cam and I have been making new friends at Camping Fusina we stayed up late chatting, meeting interesting people and sampling Marty’s (our friendly kiwi barman and F1-lover) newly invented shots. We had a great time, and at one point I found myself discussing US politics with an American student (apparently politics and alcohol can mix in some circumstances). We finally called it a night when the night watchman (or “fun police” as we were later to learn), came by muttering something that included the words “dormire” (to sleep) and “capito?”.
So, having risen late, we indulged in a cooked breakfast (and several coffees for me) at the bar. The more observant of you will have noticed that it is Sunday, and therefore race day. Marty arranged to start late so he could watch the race with us and despite the Italian commentary, it was plain to see that Ferrari were in no way going to pull off a clean sweep, and that Lewis Hamilton had somehow managed to work his way into 1st (commence wailing and gnashing of teeth from the two guys).
By the time the race had run late, it was now getting a bit too late in the day to be heading into Venice anyway, and we now found ourselves propping up the end of the bar yet again, having a few quiet beers. And then a few “Ferrari’s”, newly invented by Marty and involving a wide variety of spirits. Some of the people we’d met the previous nights dropped by for a drink, so after uttering the words “just one more” about 3 times, we did finally manage to get to bed at a relatively early 10.30pm.
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