Day Twelve

DAY TWELVE

ALL BOLD TYPING IS ME FILLING IN WHERE GLENN MADE A PITHY ATTEMPT AT THE BLOG. HE IS REALLY GETTING OLD. IT IS 7.38PM AND HE IS SLEEPING ALREADY.

Another lazy day on the shores of Venice’s estuary – we were up by 7:30am and had attended to breakfast – GLENN SAID IT WAS A VERY NICE BREAKFAST, shower and another load of washing - THIS TIME WITHOUT ANY BROKEN TUMBLE DRIERS….by late morning. More chilling in Betsy followed until we felt ready to venture back over the waters to the ‘Queen of the Adriatic’ by 1pm. My friend John-Mark was arriving for a two day stay at 2:40pm so we ambled through the winding streets admiring the wares on sale in the plethora of small shops. Kurt bought some colorful pasta and we snacked on Italian fritters which were rather tasty as is in keeping with the other Italian food we’ve eaten.

The interior of the 50’s era soviet style train station did little to excite the imagination but we did find the cheapest cappuccinos thus far on the trip. John-Marks train arrived on time with usual Swiss efficiency, and the three of us made our way through the winding streets and over canals to the Piazza of San Marco. We found our nearby Chinese food shop closed so wondered back in the direction of the ferry, stopping at a busy café for pizza and Irish coffee (the outside temperature being 4 degrees).

The 5:30pm ferry carried us back to Betsy and a quiet evening indoors. NOW THIS IS WHERE HE GOES OFF TO BED…

EDITOR CONTINUES:

The weather was cool and overcast. We arrived at our usual ferry point and took a different route to the Grand Station of Venice. Venice has three railway stations on the main island and the station that John Mark arrived at was the main station. The station as mentioned by Glenn was less than appealing. The walk to the station took us through a residential area of Venice. This being a Sunday, the streets of Venice were devoid of any activity and the bulk of the photos Glenn took on the way to the station had no people in the pictures. The streets on the way to the Rialto Bridge and the San Marco Piazzo were teeming with people by the time we got there. Glenn is really trying to get me fit. This I have to say is putting me under huge pressure. He is adamant that I do need to get fit. He walked me all day and I ended up doing 7,7 kms around Venice. I am beginning to feel pain in places I didn’t know had muscles. Yes, I know its just walking but Venice is up and downhill over bridges.

Well, now that I have at least informed the loyal readers of our Blog with a decent appraisal of our day’s activities, I will go to my bed and watch a movie. I kind-of fancy – Lord of the rings – return of the King.

Glenn has just woken up and commented that he saw John Mark in Bed and started to feel jealous and this is the reason that he too has gone to bed at 7.30pm. – These young people are quite scary.