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... our flapping window.
We woke up after that ordeal expecting to see the Venice canals outside and even inside our tent but alas It was all clear and the fear of us being stranded hear and our plane not leaving due to the storm was quickly quashed.
All in all, we obviously must say that this one stop had been an adventurous one and something we will both never forget. Im sure neither will most of you.
7th of September 2014 guys don’t forget it.
... barriers mean you don't get the usual chit chat with your hairdresser happening and the service is much quicker. His hair was gone before he knew it. One tentative husband returned and after a trip to the bathroom to inspect the result we moved on.
Our flight with Easyjet left half an hour late but all was OK. Arriving in Venice we were advised it had been raining and still was which was a bit of a shock as Nice had been a very warm and humid day. ...
... as a pool, bar, restaurant, small shop and laundry in one main area. Our chosen pitch, whilst large by European standards and fairly flat, did not have much shade, but pitch we did in the sunshine. However, day by day the temperatures crept up to, we think, in excess of 35 degrees, so David resourcefully erected temporary canopies across windows and the front of the awning to give us more shade from the relentless sun. At one point, our encampment put me in mind of ...
Another somewhat late start this morning, but we made tracks all the way to St. Mark's Square again once we were underway. We lined up for the bell tower first thing, and this time we got to take an elevator instead of walking up all those stairs like the crazy Romans and Florentines do.
It was a little hazy again today, but it was still an amazing view from ...
... kicking in St Marks square, and souvenir shopping before getting the boat to Croatia the next evening. Jimmy's little sing-song marked a bit of a sad day - as we emerged out of the hills towards the station it was a sort of end to the bike travel. It's all boats and trains now, at least in terms of moving on anywhere. None of us want it to end. I look at all the gear and innovations and other carefully selected odds and ends in our panniers, or attached elsewhere on ...