As The Romans Do In Rome
Buongiorno one and all!
I know it's been a long time since I last blogged, and boy have I missed sharing my thoughts here. :) Since my last post, I have been through Paris and Venice. Now we're in Rome, and the time is 11.03pm.
We arrived at the hostel a few hours ago, and the traveling has kind of got to our bones. Our hostel is called Alessandro Palace near Termini Station, and as we found out, our rooms were hardly palatial. They're clean, yes, but also very cramped, and there is no elevator. Thank goodness our room is on the second storey (which is actually the third floor from the ground, but oh well). Internet at the hostel also isn't free, and I find that a huge pain in the arse. And this stupid internet room is really warm and stuffy and noisy. As you can already tell, I don't quite like this place already.
But first, let me tell you about Venice. Venice is so perfectly scenic. I loved it. In fact, I'd say Yang and Mon had a grand time in Venice too, because it was so picturesque, with the quaint old buildings and the canal roads. I mean, come on, you don't have taxis, you have water taxis. And everywhere you go, there are cute little bridges for pedestrian crossings. Seriously, how can you not be charmed?
OH! And you know what, no one pays for their bus rides in Venice. We stayed at this residential suburb on the mainland (away from those canals and stuff so we had to take a bus into the mainland), and each time we noticed locals don't really bother paying for their bus fares. Soon we were doing the same. Free bus rides - and the buses are pretty new and clean too. AWESOME! Hehe.
I must say I imagined Venice to be really cliche and postcard-cheesy, but I really fell for it hard. For all its touristy shazzam and schtook, Venice at its heart is still purely romantic. Anyway, I promise to post pictures once I have my laptop in Bath.
Paris, on the other hand, was... sigh. :) It was lovely meeting up with Marc, although it was in the beginning a little weird... suddenly you have someone's hand to hold, a cheek to kiss, that kind of thing. And I wasn't used to seeing him in the flesh. But after a few hours it felt more normal, and I grew to really enjoy having him around. On the second day, Marc and I explored Montmartre on our own (yes! some personal time), the old Bohemian heart of Paris, and took shitloads of photos together. In them we both look blissful. Heh. It's nice. :)
On other days, we went to the Arc de Triomphe, Champs Elysees, and of course we watched the Eiffel Tower light up at 11pm one night. Paris was however marred by the fact that each night, Marc and I had to commute for about an hour and a half to his hostel in Cergy. You see, his roommate agreed to stay in with my friends and take my place in the triple room I shared with them, while I took his place and shared a room with Marcus. Commuting was messy, tiring, draining, and I won't be doing it again if we can help it, because I felt like it took some of the joy out of my enjoying Paris. Oh, and we sort of argued a couple of times on the trip too, probably because we were both tired and edgy. But still. It wasn't so much what we saw or what we did, but that he was there to hold my hand while we walk, return my kisses and hugs, listen while I confide in him, smile at me and look at me the way only he does ... And I miss that already.
But anyways. Moving away from the mushy and onward to the present, tomorrow we'll probably be doing intensive sight-seeing to places like the Trevi Fountain, Spanish Steps, and the Villa Borghese. It's funny, I'm tired of traveling somewhat and I want to make my way to Bath and finally settle in (and have my OWN ROOM and OWN BATHROOM!), but I also don't want this jetsetting to end. Heh. Mon says that is good, because in the end it's all balanced out. Maybe she's right.
C - sorry I haven't replied your email! I've read it but yet to have time to reply. Will do so ASAP ya? And Happy Happy birthday to Jemboree :) Big hug. Sorry I can't be there friend!
Okay I'm tired and my credit's fast running out. So as the Italians usually say, arrivederci, darlings! I'll update again soon hopefully.
I know it's been a long time since I last blogged, and boy have I missed sharing my thoughts here. :) Since my last post, I have been through Paris and Venice. Now we're in Rome, and the time is 11.03pm.
We arrived at the hostel a few hours ago, and the traveling has kind of got to our bones. Our hostel is called Alessandro Palace near Termini Station, and as we found out, our rooms were hardly palatial. They're clean, yes, but also very cramped, and there is no elevator. Thank goodness our room is on the second storey (which is actually the third floor from the ground, but oh well). Internet at the hostel also isn't free, and I find that a huge pain in the arse. And this stupid internet room is really warm and stuffy and noisy. As you can already tell, I don't quite like this place already.
But first, let me tell you about Venice. Venice is so perfectly scenic. I loved it. In fact, I'd say Yang and Mon had a grand time in Venice too, because it was so picturesque, with the quaint old buildings and the canal roads. I mean, come on, you don't have taxis, you have water taxis. And everywhere you go, there are cute little bridges for pedestrian crossings. Seriously, how can you not be charmed?
OH! And you know what, no one pays for their bus rides in Venice. We stayed at this residential suburb on the mainland (away from those canals and stuff so we had to take a bus into the mainland), and each time we noticed locals don't really bother paying for their bus fares. Soon we were doing the same. Free bus rides - and the buses are pretty new and clean too. AWESOME! Hehe.
I must say I imagined Venice to be really cliche and postcard-cheesy, but I really fell for it hard. For all its touristy shazzam and schtook, Venice at its heart is still purely romantic. Anyway, I promise to post pictures once I have my laptop in Bath.
Paris, on the other hand, was... sigh. :) It was lovely meeting up with Marc, although it was in the beginning a little weird... suddenly you have someone's hand to hold, a cheek to kiss, that kind of thing. And I wasn't used to seeing him in the flesh. But after a few hours it felt more normal, and I grew to really enjoy having him around. On the second day, Marc and I explored Montmartre on our own (yes! some personal time), the old Bohemian heart of Paris, and took shitloads of photos together. In them we both look blissful. Heh. It's nice. :)
On other days, we went to the Arc de Triomphe, Champs Elysees, and of course we watched the Eiffel Tower light up at 11pm one night. Paris was however marred by the fact that each night, Marc and I had to commute for about an hour and a half to his hostel in Cergy. You see, his roommate agreed to stay in with my friends and take my place in the triple room I shared with them, while I took his place and shared a room with Marcus. Commuting was messy, tiring, draining, and I won't be doing it again if we can help it, because I felt like it took some of the joy out of my enjoying Paris. Oh, and we sort of argued a couple of times on the trip too, probably because we were both tired and edgy. But still. It wasn't so much what we saw or what we did, but that he was there to hold my hand while we walk, return my kisses and hugs, listen while I confide in him, smile at me and look at me the way only he does ... And I miss that already.
But anyways. Moving away from the mushy and onward to the present, tomorrow we'll probably be doing intensive sight-seeing to places like the Trevi Fountain, Spanish Steps, and the Villa Borghese. It's funny, I'm tired of traveling somewhat and I want to make my way to Bath and finally settle in (and have my OWN ROOM and OWN BATHROOM!), but I also don't want this jetsetting to end. Heh. Mon says that is good, because in the end it's all balanced out. Maybe she's right.
C - sorry I haven't replied your email! I've read it but yet to have time to reply. Will do so ASAP ya? And Happy Happy birthday to Jemboree :) Big hug. Sorry I can't be there friend!
Okay I'm tired and my credit's fast running out. So as the Italians usually say, arrivederci, darlings! I'll update again soon hopefully.
posted by the zee at 5:03 AM
2 Comments:
hello zhi! can just imagine all the things you're seeing and experiencing, so different everyday! hey, how about some delicious pictures?? hee. take care, alright. and enjoy every second! love ya! =)
hey shirr! nice to see you reading here. hehe... i can't post pictures yet because im blogging from like public computers and stuff... i will do so once i can yeah!
HUG. take care of yourself k!
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