Beware the Italian discotheque

Rome. Ahh Rome.

Coliseum

On arrival the first thing we did was stop at the spanish steps, only to hear a girl nearby shreaking. Somone had cut her bag open on the subway, seems her shrieks scared them off because all they did was wreck her bag and didnt manage to get anything. Mental note, shrieking seems to work.

Everyone knows that, if they want to return to Rome, you have to throw a coin into the Trevi Fountain, or you want to kiss an Italian man (or woman)- throw two! But be careful about throwing three in, you will marry that Italian!! (Tracey and I of course threw two only, no comments on whether it worked or not!!)

On day 2 a walk around the Coliseum prompted a mock fight (hey its the Coliseum) but hangovers (beware the Italian discotheque) prevented too much of that..we also wandered around the Forum but none of those famous Romans, Cicero, Caesar, etc were hanging about but my hangover sure was.

Crowded

We had to check out the "Mouth of Truth.." I lied to it and kept my hand, but this could be more to do with the fact that i lied and then took my arm out at the speed of lightening (pausing only to beat down crowds of school kids to take a photo..)

Discotheque