On the cheap side of life

We are on the ferry crossing the Adriatic, so I thought I try and deal with the boredom of the nine hour ride, by writing another update.

Standing room only at the holy seat

Another even earlier morning. We started by waking up at 6:30. The reason was to beat the ‘holy’ queue at the Vatican Museums. We arrived to join the queue at 7:45, the museum opened at 8:45 and we got in around 9:10.

When in Rome …

Today, we started the adventure rather late, despite waking up early. We were hoping to catch the camp’s shuttle bus to the Vatican at 8am, but when we got to the bus stop we found out it was completely booked out until 10am. After finally arriving at the Vatican we found the ‘holy’ queue.

Another tunnel?

Our final destination for the day was Florence, with Genova and Pisa as the main sightseeing stops. So we packed up, said goodbye to the friends in Nice, found the motorway, put the music on and got underway for Italia. Two minutes later we stopped as we were stuck in a traffic jam.

The red carpet

We went to Cannes and the French philosophers would have been very proud of me. I started thinking about the whole shindig they have going on with the film festival. What it all really boils down to is simply a lot of people going to the cinema.

The vast lands …

Today we went to Monaco. Yes, the vast province of Monaco. The great vast land of the rich. We had to park at the entrance because it was too crowded and we couldn’t all fit in the vast country.

Nice Nice

We are at a very nice place called Nice. The weather here is suffering from global warming so it’s apparently unusually hot. Before I get into more Nice stuff, let me recount the events and locations on the way here.

Location, location

We decided to go to the centre of Paris for some sightseeing. It was a rainy morning so we were looking for indoor activities. In the meantime I was pondering about an interesting question. Would I want to live in Paris? And then, we came across this lovely place that made up my mind.

A night in Paris

It’s nearly 11pm and it seems there does exist a cure for my Darling’s insomnia – sightseeing. I’m watching some French TV channel which keeps showing music clips from famous artists. However, for some inexplicable reason, they are only showing bits of each song, which is annoying as I quite like most of the songs they have on. Darling fell asleep as soon as we got in the room, around 9pm. So this is my chance to share my views on the romance capital.

In the beginning …

At the moment we are in the Eurostar train under the La Channel. Yesterday afternoon, as we were flying above it, it became clear to me why they call it a channel. The distance between France and the UK is really not much at all.

However, let’s rewind…