Oh, to be Roman

Trip Start Aug 23, 1996
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Friday, August 7, 1998

Caught the train into Rome. The station was covered in Kittens. Italians love their cats, so they tend to run wild. Once in town, we walked over to the Vatican City. Melanie asked what time the Sistine Chapel closed, and as the Sistine Chapel was going to close earlier than ST Peters, she insisted that we go over to see it. I refused, as she had started to be very demanding and I was doing the opposite of what she said. Lucy went with Melanie, and I toured the cathedral. It was simply amazing walking around. I then decided to go out onto the roof. It was cheaper to climb the stairs, which I did and I also beat the people who had caught the lift. The walk inside the dome was a spin out as you were walking along the contour of the dome. It was a great view. After going down, I went off to the Sistine Chapel. Walking through the works of arts, made me realise that the church are the biggest crooks that have ever lived. I made my way to the Chapel where Michelangelo's last supper. Very impressive, though, but the flashes were going off everywhere. Also, the guards were asking everyone to be quiet but they would for about thirty seconds, then the hush would grow to a murmur to a full blown conversation !!!! I left and went back to ST Peters and met the girls. The next day, we hit the rest of the sites. The Colosseum, personally over-rated, the Roman Forum, the Trevi fountain, great, the Spanish Steps, crowded with tourists, the Pantheon, superb. Went back to the campground and loads of vans were doing the 100 club, basically, 100 film canister shots of beer in 100 minutes. Disgusting, but a bit of a laugh to watch. Then Hendo took us out to Rome to meet up with some Italians he knew. We had a meal, and then Matt Dillon walked in and the girls went crazy. They said hello and then we were off to visit some bars, but after I had a shot of grappa, it pretty much killed me for the night, still, I stayed out the rest of the night. The only downer was at five in the morning, when the sun was coming up, the Spanish Steps were empty and we didn't have a camera. We had to leave as Pompeii was looming
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