Venice, day 1, Lost episode one

Quiet…

…or not so quiet.

The more you try to sneak about in the early hours so as not to wake anyone up, the harder it is to do so.

What…

…are you thinking about? That’s you (silver Merc), and you (blue Corsa), and you (some Nissan or other). Why are you getting up at stupid o’clock on a Sunday morning, then driving like a great-grandma on the school run? Eh?

Airports…

…are boring. No matter what they try to do to make them exciting, like by inflating the price of a cheese roll 500%, they’re boring. The boredom is instantaneous, too. It sets in the minute you walk through the doors.

Through…

…check in, passport control, duty free, and onto boarding, and BLISS still didn’t know where we were going.

Big…

…’Venice’ sign at the boarding gate. I thought that was the final give-away. Missed a trick there. BLISS later told me she’d not seen it and I could’ve got her onto the plane still unaware of where we were going.

Great…

…timing. The flight landed, we got the waterbus to the right stop, a quick walk, into the hotel, dumped our bags and case, went out exploring…

Hopelessly…

…lost. The place makes no sense. But…

Regatta…

…night, so we got back to the hotel, having eaten and had a drink and went back out to watch the racing gondola-like rowers bomb up and down the Grand Canal. There’s no end to what I won’t lay on for BLISS’ benefit. The announcer bloke let out two “Mama Mia’s” when things picked up, excitement-wise, and then a double-whammy “Mamma mia mamma mia” at what was presumably a close (but out of our sight) finish.