Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Why is it that whenever I buy something it breaks? I don't break it, but it just breaks. Cheap, expensive, mid-range, whatever. Latest example; new coat purchased in Florence. I made Hana and YT stand in a shop for ages while I ummed and aahhed etc. And then on the third day of wearing, the zipper doesn't do up past halfway. I start composing angry email in my head. A couple of days after that the entire zipper toggle (thingy whatever it's called) comes off in my hands. Completely kaputt. I compose actual email and send to sister for proof reading. Maybe I could get a job as a quality control tester person.

Me and the coat in happier times on St Marks Square in Venice.

Note pigeons; YT wanted to buy bird feed and throw it on me so they would swarm my new coat but luckily was laughing too much at his own hilarity to carry out the deed.


ps. Where is fucking spell check?
I spent a week and a half travelling with Hana and YT in Italy and here is their reward; instant fame!!! Hope you guys can handle it. Venice is nice but bloody freezing, this is at the start of the lovely ferry ride before the chill really set in.

I did have a ranty drunken post prepared about various scary racist developments enroaching on my protected little life, but you are all saved cos I managed to rant to my sister instead and she rescued you all from the bother.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

These are from my time in semi-southern Italy. I was in Naples for a few days but was a bit paranoid about my camera getting knocked off so none of there.

This is on the beach at Positano, on the Amalfi coast.

This is the crazy hill of houses at Positano too. These people do not have thing about personal space.

It took me three hours to get to Paestum. When I was there I had a mini freak out cos I couldn't find my credit card. Then they wouldn't let me onto the site cos it was after 3pm. I took the photos from outside the fence, apparently you can't see much more inside anyway. It took about 3 hours to get home sitting at the Paestum station making small talk with some middle aged British in the cold. That was a fun day. Note to anyone else who wants to go. Get the train there, and check the timetable first.
I am getting lame about posting now. By the time I download photo there isn't much time to actually write anything. Lets pretend I wrote something interesting about Pompei.

Actually, I have thought of something interesting. Apparently the Romans divided the day into light and dark and assigned each 12 hours. Therefore during summer the hours in the light were longer than hours in the dark and so forth. Audio guides are good for somethings.

Monday, November 14, 2005

Memories of Rome:

The Colosseum

And vicious bedbugs.

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Sitting in an Irish pub in Florence, listening to Le Tigre, trying to read The Golden Bowl and admiring the shapes of my 'g's in my handwriting. People I have met in hostels have said how they discovered writing while travelling, not writing about events, but but their emotions, and I wanted to say 'what a wank', But perhaps I am missing out. Why shouldn't I write about my feelings? Am a bit pissed now to start. Am also keen to meet a spunky boy. Really still miss my ex, and wonder how long it will continue... Want to feel everything and nothing, until then...

*Is my writing too mannered à la Helen Fielding? Am feeling maudlin and enjoying it.