The Wheels on the Bus II

Trip Start Apr 18, 2007
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Trip End Jun 29, 2007


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Thursday, June 14, 2007

Even when the child is not yours, nothing galvanises a mother into full alertness than the sound of someone in the bedroom vomiting...

Liz has a migraine.

The full works, might-need-the-pethidine-shot type migraine. At best, a cocktail of lesser drugs and sleep solves the problem. At worst, they last up to three days. Rob has his nurse's hat on and there is nothing I can add to the solution, so I lather up in SPF 30+ and head off to find the hop-on-hop-off bus.

Another beheaded double-decker variety with stops unknown. I have seen them heading along a cross street, so try to hail one there without success. I walk along the route until I find a stop, paid my €16 and settle in to an upper seat under the front canopy with my frozen Gatorade, not expecting to move from this prime position for quite a while.

I may spend the entire day going round and round!

A couple of stops later, a New Zealander - Janet - asks to sit beside me. She is also tentatively traveling solo today while her husband attends a conference in Rome. We form a partnership for the purposes of finding lunch and exploring beyond the bus. Our first stop is the Spanish Steps.

It's over-run with tourists and designer shops.
Trevi fountain? Over-run with tourists, hawkers and designer shops.

We find lunch in a little cafe in a side street and reclaim front seats on the bus to start another circuit. Our only other destination is the Pantheon for Janet's benefit and then each of us head home in opposite directions into the crazy Roman traffic.

I'm not sure about this place on my own. Hot, grimy, less English around than expected, crazy traffic and migraines. Cars drive and park anywhere, motorbikes drive on footpaths, bigger beats smaller seems to be the rule.

Still, there are little gems... Grandmas in skirts and heels on motorbikes, overweight businessmen with mobile phone headsets on motorbikes and nuns in all varieties of dress floating down streets like flocks of little penguins at Phillip Island.

Arriving home is good. I'm exhausted again from the heat but 3 litres of Gatorade has averted any headache today and Liz is up, dressed and laughing.
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