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... body was smuggled back from Egypt in a barrel with pork. The ceiling inside the basilica is made from mosaic of gold, bronze and stones showing the wealth of the Venetians. The architecture also has Byzantine influence from the East due to being such large traders. The ceilings were amazing and probably the best decorations we have seen yet.
Next we had a demonstration of Venetian glass blowing and saw a man make a glass Ferrari horse in under a minute. Was pretty impressive. ...
... there was none. Hotel was
sweet but on a highway near absolutely nothing.
Today was just a relaxing day. Nothing
to do but stay in the hotel, work out a bit and catch up on our
planning. Pool was closed as it was apparently too cold! Had an OK
lunch, partly subsidised by easyJet. Got shuttled out to the airport
and got into Paris around midnight – just too late to catch the
train!!! So we had to get a taxi. Apartment was nice ...
... afternoon Ladies and Gentlemen. This is the First Officer The current altitude is 35,000ft. We will shortly be flying over Düsseldorf and for those sitting on the left (I think he meant port side!!) you should see Bussels in the distance. We will then head over Austria and the Austrian Alps where we will enter Italian airspace just west of the Brenner Pass. From there it is a straight run on to Venice and once again I apologise for the slight delay due to ...
... for Australian football. The young man behind the bar had no idea and suggested I use the Wifi to access some website, I cant recall what it was, something box. Either way he wandered off before I could enquire further - Gen Y, what can I say? So I sat down to nurse my drink and watch the atrocious scores. With only the final quarter to go, an Aussie couple from Newcastle wandered in and asked the same question, this time of the older barmen. They were looking for the rugby ...
... to us. The next stop for our bag's train was a little town called Spittal (how'd you like to be from there?). The conductor said he could drop the bag there with someone at the station, who would give it to the conductor of the next train that was stopping at Villach. So Mom's bag went to Spittal, got off there, got on a south-bound train, and arrived in Villach just as Mom and I were getting in line for our bus to Venice. As we were handing in ...