I woke up early enough to get in the shower before everyone else, winning! Unfortunately during the night I had been attacked by what I presume was a swarm of mosquitoes who proceeded to use me as a human pin cushion. I'm absolutely covered in bites, bottom of my feet, legs, arms and back. Raging.
Lockout at the hostel is 10am so I set off to walk around the city for a few hours. I headed for the Rialto bridge, which was incredible. The little shops on the bridge were really cool, but also ridiculously pricey.
I then headed for San Marco square, again it was amazing. Although in this city, even the crappy houses are amazing. The crowds in the square were ridiculous, all lined up to get into the Doge's palace and San Marco Basilica. I decided to skip it for now as I hate waiting in queues.
I set off again, this time in a random direction I thought would take me back to the train station, from where I could find my way back to the hostel. After walking for ages I officially declared myself lost. I had no map though, so decided to just keep walking. It is after all an island which I can't walk off, so I had to come back to something I recognised before long.
I walked for what seemed like ages, until I finally came upon the bus station. When I saw the cars I shat a brick as I had no idea where this was, I had seen no cars since I got to Venice. I saw a massive bridge though, and liked the look of it so went that way. And after another 2 minutes I was back at the train station! Get in!
I headed back to the hostel and had a nap as I was shattered from walking in the sun. Woke up, went and got something to eat and some beer for drinking in the hostel before going out. Beer in the supermarkets is ridiculously cheap. A 660ml bottle of Peroni for 1 euro? Don't mind if I do, I'll take three my good man!
Back at the hostel I got chatting to some randoms, including a Russian girl who lives in Israel, but isn't Jewish. And hold on! A Scottish bloke! The first I've seen since I left Edinburgh. Boy is from Glasgow, unfortunately he's one of the great unwashed though. Win some you lose some.
We all headed out to the Irish pub, cunningly named "The Irish Pub". Clearly a lot of thought went into naming the establishment. And for an Irish bar, they had no Irish whiskey (thankfully), it was full of Scottish whisky! 7 euro a pop for a Glenmorangie is a bit steep for me though, so I only had one and headed back on the beer. Out of the corner of my eye I spied a sign on the bar, from Pullars in Perth! This Irish pub really isn't very Irish.
By 2am we were all absolutely steaming. We headed back towards the hostel and sat in the square outside drinking more. Headed to bed at the back of 3, think I'll be paying for this tomorrow!
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