Woke up a bit later than anticipated, the beds were so comfy I slept like a log. Unfortunately this meant I was going to be in a hurry to get to the last supper, I was booked in for 11.45 but had to be here by 11.25 to pick up my tickets. I also had to print out the online booking form before I got there. I asked the bloke at reception if I could use his computer to print it out as I was late, and he said it was ok. It took about 20 minutes to boot up, if I didn't know better I could have sworn this computer went to the moon in 1969.
I got the printout and bolted for the metro. I had to change metro and get on the red line to get close to the church. I thought I would be the big man and get off a few stops earlier than planned as it looked like I could get the red line from here also. WRONG. I was now dangerously late. If in doubt, jump in a taxi. I got there five minutes late, and thought I was done for. The woman just took my printout and gave me my ticket, without saying a word. Raging. I'd been hurrying about for nothing.
I decided to get the audio guide as it was only two euros, and I wanted to enjoy this. I had some English bloke in my ear telling me all about the history of the painting etc in the introduction, while I went through the three rooms of dehumidifiers, keeping this painting looking good is clearly serious business. Then I entered the chamber, and saw it. It was massive! I wasn't expecting it to be so huge. It really is an awesome painting, far better than the scrawny wee Mona Lisa in the Louvre. I had my fifteen minutes of looking at it, and then went through more dehumidifiers to get out.
I then walked towards the centre, and stumbled upon, wait for it, another footlocker shop! I went in and had a look at the t shirts, (un)fortunately they didn't have my size. Oh well!
I wandered about for a bit, and then headed for the Sforza castle, to see the museum there. The castle building itself was pretty cool, the museum was quite boring though, apart from Michaelangelo's unfinished pieta (a pieta is a statue of Mary holding a dead Jesus apparently). The statue was quite good, and you could see how it was beginning to take shape. I wondered if he didn't finish it because he was too lazy, but it turns out he died. Oh well.
I headed back to the hostel to await the arrival of my good friend Ross Pettigrew who is coming to meet me for my last week in Italy! Around half 7 I received an SOS distress call from the good ship Pettigrew, he had no idea how to get to the hostel from the metro station, as his directions didn't match his surroundings. I went down to meet him, and it turned out he had gone out of the wrong exit, as there are about 7 exits and the directions just said go out of the metro station. Nice.
We headed for the hostel to get Pett checked in. Turns out he was in a room with lots of girls, and I wasn't. Gutted. The maniac cleaner boy thought he would emphasise this fact, by running up to us rubbing his chin shouting "girls girls girls!". Aye well done mate, you've noticed they're female.
We went for a wander to the city centre, to see the town at night, and look for beer and girls! The cafes were pretty crap and only stayed open til 11, so we just got some beer and sat in front of the duomo being lads. After a while, we headed back to the hostel as it was too dark to check out the babes. We sat about chatting for a while, then headed for bed, excited about the sights on offer tomorrow!
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