Woke up at 6.30 to the sound of the other restless hostellers rummaging around. Went back to sleep till 7.00, which is when breakfast starts. Slept till 8 which is surprising considering my alarm was supposed to go off at 7.30. Oh, well. Brendon's still asleep, not surprising considering he was up till 1.30 or so last night, most likely watching lost.
Ate breakfast which requires a token and therefore means we can't take 2nd and 3rd helpings and take them with us as lunch. (This is what we did in Vienna) Went upstairs , woke Brendon and got my towel, a bedsheet, (oh the life of luxury that I live) and went to grab my shampoo... and realized I forgot it in the shower and someone stole it. Its a valuable commodity around here. Went downstair and paid 2 euros for body-wash and shampoo, brendon's got stolen too, my fault, and then showered. During my shower I.... just kidding I'm not describing my shower. Although the water pressure was just amazing.. (sarcasm)
I finished and went to the laundry mat to wash our clothes, clad in cutoffs, Birkenstocks and a t-shirt. Its really not that warm but all my pant were dirty. Arrived at the laundry mat and just like a classic italian movie, the shutters were flung open and a grizzled old man inform us that it was “closeda”
Arrived back at the hostel and here I am writing as Brendon grumbles about missing breakfast. Hes drinking tea that's a total ripoff and for the price of 60 euro cents consists of literally one of the smallest cups I have ever seen. To top it off he swiped a handful of cornflakes before they cleared them away.
And now I leave you, in search of a Laundry mat.
Well the laundry mat was easily found and took half of our day as well as almost 10 euros each. It made me never want to wash my clothes again.
Following the wasted half of our day we took a trip to Lido, using our superior navigation skills we managed to board the water bus and ironically the fastest one. Lido, to me was quite boring, compared to the advertisement for a spectacular beach. As Brendon remarked, “It looks like Port Daloushie?” So the beach was nothing special, however following the past few days traversing an island devoid of cars, the presence of cars as well as roads came as a shock. Lido seemed to be rich part of venice, complete with posh cars and huge houses. As boring as it was it couldn't have been that bad, consider a whopping 5 hours were spent there. We were quite excited by the lizards that we found constantly sunbathing. Oh so easily amused are we. We went back to the island and wandered our way to the train station, we wanted to see if our “compulsory” reservations could be done right before we got on the train. On the way there the consensus was passed to skip dinner and raid the grocery store.
We ended up with a huge box of crackers, fresh italian bread, butter and fresh cheese from cortini. Very good food, and cheap costing us each 5 euros and we were still eating well into the next day.
Finding the train station took about an hours.. oh we are such navigators (sarcasm) and took us double that to get back. But on the way back we were rewarded by seeing a glimpse of the filming for the movie the “tourist” with Johnny Depp and Angelina Jolie We ended up back at the hostel and packed, thinking we would call it an early night. Ie- 9 for me and 11 or 12 for Brendon. However fate transpired against us as we met 3 really cool guys and hung out with them till 1.30.
We were the ultimate group of diversity, Maxie, a wake boarding Ozzie, Adam from wigan and Kier from L.A
We talked well into the night, Maxie was amazed by wakestock and listen to adams extensive music collection. Combined we had been to Prague, Switzerland, austria, France, Sweden, Denmark, Germany Holland, Spain.... it was impressive to say the least.
Well 1.30 came quite quickly and we were kicked out of the common room and sent to bed.
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