Firelight and Magic!
Trip Start Feb 02, 2010
97Trip End Feb 02, 2011
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So all I can manage to say is Pietro and Miriam’s show was really great, different and despite thinking about it quite a lot I can’t work out how he walks behind a curtain and changes costumes in ten seconds or less while on stilts
We also saw a clown/puppeteer who was very funny and entertaining, I usually hate those people trying to be funny on the street and dragging people into the show and calling out annoying things to people just walking by and trying to be funny by making rude jokes like they are your friend and worst off all their show is slow, slow, slow, unimpressive and boring. And then they call out, trying to be funny, things like "why are you leaving" or “Hey, Hey where are you going” or whatever and all I want to say back is because your show is crap and boring. Seriously who wants to watch you juggle, everyone juggles, flames and knifes, yeah everyone does that too. Well you might say who am I to judge, I won’t even talk in front of a group of friends, but I have every right to judge, I am the audience and if they don’t impress the audience then what’s the point of a performer? When we were in London some guy was carrying on like that and I wanted to throw my fruit salad at him, but this guy was not so annoying, I actually liked his show. He did very funny things with creepy looking puppets and they way he interacted with the kids at the front was very nice. Felix is more easily pleased and usually enjoys all the street theatre, music and performances we see.
There was a group of musicians playing who seemed to be very good, dressed in matching stripy suits playing a funny swing, bobby kind of music but I refused to watch them for more then a few seconds because they started playing just near the stage, over the top of a group of girls singing
So after a night of magic, bright colours, fantastical costume and laughter on the flame-lit streets of Castelfiorentino we stayed with Diego in his parent’s campervan. We parked the campervan and bike next to a playground and park. Behind the park the was a steep and high mound of dirt, acting as a wall to the road. Across the road there was some houses and some more park, kind of a little nature reserve. On the nature reserve some Romanian gypsies had lit a fire and the man living next to this place had come out and no joke, had been swinging an axe threateningly and screaming at the gypsies for hours. The gypsies were screaming right back so there was quite a screaming match to be heard. We scrambled up the mound and watched from the distance and in the brief moments when they weren’t yelling things like “your mum’s a slut” and “your gay’, through Diego’s translating it seemed all the man wanted was for the gypsies to put their fire out.
They seemed to have made peace, but later when we were in bed, the gypsies started playing very loud Gregorian chant music so the screaming started up again
The next morning we woke up sweltering in the campervan and after scamming breakfast from the hostel where Pietro and Miriam stayed, we were finally on our way by mid-day. After an unpleasant twenty kilometres on a road that was almost an autobahn and a few hours of horrible suburban riding, we went into the mountains. Here it was absolutely beautiful riding. It was so lush and green, there are flowers everywhere and the roads are beautifully curvy and the scenery is wonderful. Riding through places like this is what we’re here for.
The downer was I was getting hay fever worse and worse. I had been feeling so lucky not to have suffered hay fever yet in all this spring but then maybe it was the wind pushing into my face as we were riding but I really got it badly. I also started feeling all the signs I get before I’m about to get sick. Around eight I was feeling totally horrible, we stoped for pizza that was really good, I only wished I wasn’t feeling so terrible, my mood was completely in the gutter. I was so happy to be moving again and going somewhere – and where we were was absolutely beautiful but I just felt so yuck.
After mid-night we arrived in Torino to stay with Aurelia, an old friend of Felix and his family. Seeing all the prostitutes in the Torino streets was a little amusement but I was not in any mood for humour. The inside of my helmet was disgusting and snotty and slobbery from constant sneezing and my nose running non-stop. As soon as I made it inside and saw where I was sleeping I was laying down and falling asleep despite the light and not so quite chatter of Felix and Aurelia.