The Wheels on the Bus II

Trip Start Apr 18, 2007
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Trip End Jun 29, 2007


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Thursday, June 14, 2007

Even when the child is not yours, nothing galvanises a mother into full alertness like the sound of someone in the bedroom vomiting...

Liz had a migraine.

The full works, might-need-the-pethidine-shot type migraine. At best, a cocktail of lesser drugs and sleep solves the problem. At worst, they last up to three days. Rob had his nurse's hat on and there was nothing I could add to the solution, so I lathered up in SPF 30+ and headed off to find the hop-on-hop-off bus.

Another beheaded double-decker variety with stops unknown. I had seen them heading along a cross street, so tried to hail one there without success. I walked along the route until I found a stop, paid my 16 euro and settled in to an upper seat under the front canopy with my frozen Gatorade, not expecting to move from this prime position for quite a while.

Maybe spend the entire day going round and round!

A couple of stops later, a New Zealander - Janet - asked to sit beside me. She was also tentatively traveling solo today, her husband attending a conference in Rome. We formed a partnership for the purposes of finding lunch and exploring beyond the bus and first stop was the Spanish Steps.

Over-run with tourists and designer shops.
Trevi fountain? Over-run with tourists, hawkers and designer shops.

We found lunch in a little cafe in a side street and reclaimed front seats on the bus to start another circuit. Our only other destination was the Pantheon for Janet's benefit and then each of us headed home in opposite directions into the crazy Roman traffic.

Not sure about this place. Hot, grimy, less English around than expected, crazy traffic and migraines. Cars drive and park anywhere, motorbikes drive on footpaths, bigger beats smaller seems to be the rule. Still, there are little gems... Grandmas in skirts and heels on motorbikes, overweight businessmen with mobile phone headsets on motorbikes and nuns in all varieties of dress floating down streets like flocks of little penguins at Phillip Island.

Arriving home was good - I was exhausted again from the heat but 3 litres of Gatorade had averted any headache today and Liz was up, dressed and laughing.
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