Rome: And the Heavens Opened
Saturday, September 17th, 2005Friday September 2nd, and Bec and I flew from the heat of London into the heat of Rome. We had booked to stay at a campsite not too far from the centre of town, which thankfully provided a shuttle bus from the airport. We had an hour or so to kill between collecting our bags after the flight and getting the bus, and due to the stuffy air in the airport, decided we should wait outside. When we opened the door the heat hit us like a Joe Frazier left hook. The UK this certainly was not.
After a pretty decent nights sleep in our little tent, we caught another shuttle bus from the campsite into town at 9am, which would drop us somewhere near Vatican City – that much we knew. The campsite had provided us with a little pocket map which would eventually come in very handy. But you see, the thing about maps is, you actually need to know your own whereabouts on the map before you can work out which way to go, otherwise the map is about as useless as tits on a bull (as my Dad would say). As we got off the bus Bec, who had been to Rome four years earlier, stayed at the same campsite, and possibly taken this exact same shuttle bus, seemed to find her bearings, “Well, this sort of looks familiar, I think it could be this way. ” But then a bit of doubt crept in, “Although, everyone else from the bus seems to be walking that way, we should probably just follow them.”
Dave