It wasn’t a completely comfortable sleep but due to the lack of anything to do we all slept relatively well and arrived in Rome in pretty good spirits. For some reason we could check into our room from 9am, so we headed over and got let in immediately, hooray! As soon as wifi was available I logged into my computer and started downloading all the WWE I’d missed (plus the rest of The Walking Dead) Prorities = Straight.
Eventually we decided that we’d head over to the Coliseum via Spa, we should really learn that Europe favours fizzy water one of these days. At the ancient stadium the massive line was somewhat of a put off, so we decided to get a tour around which also required us to go find a cash machine. I put my card in and typed my pin, clicked the amount required and the machine came up with “Card retained, please contact your bank.” which gave me a heart attack before proceeding to give me the money, card and receipt. Damn machine!
Anyway, we continued on to the Coliseum tour, where we learnt about how turning up speakers too loud creates distortion and hampers people’s ability to understand what you’re saying. For a reason I can’t recall it was around this time I decided to start speaking in a Scottish accent, and the others created my alter-ego Will who, it was decided, is much more enjoyable company than I am normally, ta guys.
A tour of Pallatine Hill was free for anybody that had made the trek around the Coliseum which we took up, and thus spent the next couple of hours going round with Greg in his Chelsea shirt. He managed to teach us a lot of things I will neither retain or further me as a person but it was all incredibly interesting, the Romans were some clever fellows.
It was then time to meet up with Nico, which is still very odd. He’d been in Rome a few days longer than us and had been shown round by one of the locals, so he took us round a few places he’d been shown. Luckily they were all free as well which satisfied Ed’s need for cost-cutting. The first stop was a view out over the city from atop some sort of free to enter building. We learnt about how organised pub crawls were illegal in Rome, as Nico’s group had found out after theirs last night, and being told to be quiet every time police went past and we all silently vowed to probably give it a miss, not wanting to end up in a Roman prison. Despite this when we arrived at the Trevi Fountain, via The (closed) Pantheon, we decided to stick our heads in, remembering our promise to ourselves to immerse ourselves in at least one fountain per city. This led to countless odd looks from those around us, as well as the Polizia whistling at us, and one allegedly (I didn’t see it) biting his thumb at us. I’m not sure what they expected from our crouched position but apparently it wasn’t submerging our faces.
All Ed had been going on about was steps he had no idea the name, luckily Nico was on hand to lend help thus our path headed toward the Spanish Steps. Ascending to the top we all watched the romantic sunset over Romulus’ creation whilst being bugged by people selling roses, it’s somewhat surprising these guys haven’t reached the UK yet (touch wood). From there we made our way home, via another fountain which I was dared to jump in. Being quite close to home I agreed, but kicking the water probably wasn’t the best idea as it splashed a couple sitting on the side (I apologise a lot).
We left Nico by the train station after an emotional goodbye to make his way back to where he was staying and we trudged back to ours.