Got up and met Pett again at 10, to check out and get on the road again. Made it to the station with plenty of time to spare, and got on our train to Florence!
Milan - Florence
Our seat reservations looked like they were together but actually weren't. Cheers woman at the counter who gave us them. I was sat at a table of four with a mother and her two children. The little one was a complete radge. He would be playing quite happily with his toys one minute and then throwing them about the train the next, which his mother seemed to find hilarious. Seriously woman, learn how to control your child. Thankfully for him he didn't hit me with one of them, if he did I was going to seriously kick off. I tried to ignore them by listening to glee. The train was less than 2 hours so it wasn't too bad all in all.
We decided to reserve our train to Rome whilst we were at the station, so queued up for a while and got it done. Then we fired to the hostel, the directions were pretty easy to follow this time as it was just a straight street to walk up. It was absolutely roasting, must have been 35 easy. We checked in, again to separate rooms. My room wasn't ready, so we went out for something to eat.
By the time we got back the room was ready, so we dumped our stuff and I went downstairs to write my blogs, whilst Pett read the guide book. At this point a weirdo Australian bloke from my room swagged over and started talking to us. Some of the stuff he came out with was golden. Apparently he can't wait to get out of Italy as he doesn't like Italian food. He likes lasagne but spaghetti "doesn't turn him on". Classy. And he also thinks Italy is really expensive compared to other places in Europe (which is a nonsense, Italy is basically the same as the rest of the eurozone countries). We asked him for an example and he came up with Czech Rep. Yes because they don't use the euro you total arse of a man. After we shot him down he left fairly sharpish.
When I finished my blogging, we decided to make good use of the facilities on offer at the hostel, a pool, Turkish bath and sauna. Nice. We went for a swim which was absolutely freezing, then jumped in the sauna. We sat in there for ages and got chatting to a couple of English birds, one from Newcastle and the other from London, who had not long started their travels.
After a while the heat was getting too much, so we left to get changed to find something to eat. The pizzas in the hotel looked pretty good so we had one each. They were pretty big, and mine was drenched in olive oil so I couldn't finish the whole thing. I was going to tell the chef to cut down on the oil but decided against it.
I then had to do some laundry, so we decided just to chill on the rooftop terrace bar while my stuff was being washed, and we ran into the English birds again and invited them for some drinks and light hearted conversation. They had been out in Milan last night (turns out we were on the same train to Florence, what are the odds!) and had been horribly hungover all day, so they decided not to drink but came up for some chat anyway. We however had no such qualms about drinking and got stuck into some lovely cold beers.
Nearer midnight the girls retired to bed and we kept drinking. The rooftop bar was shut so we went downstairs to the basement bar, where the beer was €2, compared to €3 on the roof! Bumped!
Before long we were both quite tired so headed for bed, but my adventures were not over yet. I got myself nice and comfy, when some Aussie prick started on the Aussie weirdo from before of I don't like Italy fame. A massive scrap ensued, before they were pulled apart by the pricks mates. I've no idea what the guy was doing there anyway, he wasn't sleeping in our dorm. It was incredibly funny to watch but I did feel a bit sorry for the bloke. My night ended up with him telling me he had been travelling for 30 years and never seen anything like that, and that "some people are complete cunts eh mate?". Another golden quote, cheers for that wee man.
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