When in Rome... Do as Glenn Boyko Would
Trip Start Nov 27, 2012
34Trip End May 08, 2013
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We grabbed some groceries and beer from a supermarket nearby and were blown away by the .35 Euro beer and the 3.50 Euro bottles of booze
The Italian food is exactly what would be expected, pizza and pasta at its finest. A standard pasta at a good restaurant will run about 12 Euro, which isn't cheap but also not so bad. After dinner our first night we met a group of American girls on the street who advised us to hit up a square with a bunch of pubs, specifically the Drunken Ship. They were students who had been there for a while so it seemed the best option for us as we knew nothing about Rome or its nightlife. It turned out the place was great... Like a smaller O'Hanlons (for those from the Queen City) and was packed. There was a beer pong table in the back and Doozer and I thought we could go to work. We bought a pitcher, which is the buy in, and waited for the next match. The following hours were pure domination as we ran the table again and again and were soon becoming local legends
The next morning we woke up and planned our sight-seeing. Dooze/Drew or as I call him Jonny Drama, made a great breaky as he did every morning in Rome and is expected to do the rest of the trip. We then headed out to check out some sights. The highlights of this day would be the Trevi Fountain, the Spanish Steps, and the Pantheon... Amongst some other amazing monuments.
We headed back to the condo and got ready to head out for the night. While shopping earlier, a girl who was helping me at one of the shops suggested we go to a reggae bar in this one party district. So that is precisely what we did. This was such an odd experience. We had to give our names and countries of residence as we were walking in and they put it all into a computer. Then we went to grab a drink and the girl at the bar said we needed a ticket for a drink, so we had to go to a girl with a cash register and order, but there was no menu.... So odd. Every type of booze was the same price, so beers and top shelf drinks it was. The dance floor was a bunch or Rastafarians smoking weed right in the club… I mean da club. Yadda yadda yadda we hung out there for a few hours and had a good time
At 7 am I woke up by Dooze screaming (he gets scared really easy... Poor little guy). Cory slapped him on the foot to wake him up and Drewculies popped up, yelled and cocked his fist. Haha. Cory almost took it in the lips lol. The commotion continues and Cory tells the boys that 5 hours earlier when he asked me to go to the cheens with him he took the elevator down and was stuck in it for the last 5 hours. Lol. It’s tough not to find it a bit funny because we are on the first floor. Hahahaha. Who would take the elevator down ONE FLOOR. Either way we felt bad for the kid. He told us how when he had to pee he would lean over and pee down the shaft through a tiny hole at the bottom of the elevator. He said he would smoke darts, hit the panic button every so often and sleep on and off. Eventually he was rescued by the fire department. Honestly ask him to tell you the story of that night because it is priceless.
We woke up a few hours later and Drama cooked breaky again. Cory fell back asleep and was out like a light. We let him keep sleeping because we really did feel for him for having to sleep on the floor of an elevator…. Haha still makes me grin a bit. We decided we would just push the Coliseum forward a day
The Five of us went out and had a few drinks and a bite then we decided to go back to the drunken ship for some beer pong. Drew and I did not have the fate we did two nights prior as our legend quickly faded and we got dusted by a couple street pong hustlers. We had a few shots, drank a couple beers, walked around, got split up, then all reconvened back at the condo once things shut down.
We woke up the next day and headed to the Coliseum. We found a tour group and went inside. The building is marvelous with so much of the original pieces still intact. There are no seats anymore and the stage also does not exist so you can see down into the tunnels where the slaves were kept
Cory left the next morning towards Northern Italy and off to Switzerland and finally Spain and Drew and I had a later flight to Paris and a tour booked at the Vatican. We said our goodbyes and after four months with the kid it was really weird to part ways. Drew and I stashed our bags at the condo and headed to the Vatican at a time where there was no pope. We were lucky to be in Rome at this time because the city was really buzzing because of the leadership situation with the Church.