All roads lead to Rome, I suppose.
Except our road takes us to Orvieto first, where we are stopping for lunch. Orvieto is a charming little town based on top of a volcano in Umbria. We take a funicular up the mountain, and are taken aback by the pretty views. I wish we had longer time here, but alas it is another one of those dash-and-eat's, except I don't do any eating because I'm so busy looking at the town.
Big mistake, as I am majorly hangry by the time our walking tour ends in Rome. The tour is three hours long, and I can't really take any information in, I'm so tired. It is a labour day weekend, and Rome is packed. There is an abundance of scaffolding, tourists, and walking. It is also rather hot, so it's just as well Marta takes us to a gelateria with no less than 150 different types of gelati available. Again, the shop is so crazy packed that I just blurt out the first three flavours that I see, which are mango, banana and pineapple. The gelato is divine. Then we walk, and we w a l k, and w e w a l k, and finally reach the Colosseum. I'm sorry to say I'm already over Rome. We metro back to the hotel, which thankfully is very clean and cosy, and collapse on the bed after a warm shower (and I mentioned the towels in my review, didn't I, the towels I almost stole?).
The next morning, Libby and I opt in for the three hour Vatican Tour, which we are told is great because tour groups get special entry and skip the line. Big whoop. There are twenty other such groups, already lined up before us. After 45 minutes or so, we make it inside the Vatican City, the guide talking to us through our headphones. After some sightseeing, a lot of shoving and the guide repeatedly asking us to please return the audio guide back once finished, we head out again into Rome.
Libby forgets our Colosseum tickets at the hotel. After some to-ing and fro-ing, we go back and get them. We visit the Colosseum, which sure is ancient, but I'm not that impressed with it. Maybe it's the crowds, maybe it's the heat, but I'm not feelin' this city. And after a very tiring day including walking for up to, or more than seven hours, I'm ready for bed.
Rome was not built in a day, people.
Except our road takes us to Orvieto first, where we are stopping for lunch. Orvieto is a charming little town based on top of a volcano in Umbria. We take a funicular up the mountain, and are taken aback by the pretty views. I wish we had longer time here, but alas it is another one of those dash-and-eat's, except I don't do any eating because I'm so busy looking at the town.
Big mistake, as I am majorly hangry by the time our walking tour ends in Rome. The tour is three hours long, and I can't really take any information in, I'm so tired. It is a labour day weekend, and Rome is packed. There is an abundance of scaffolding, tourists, and walking. It is also rather hot, so it's just as well Marta takes us to a gelateria with no less than 150 different types of gelati available. Again, the shop is so crazy packed that I just blurt out the first three flavours that I see, which are mango, banana and pineapple. The gelato is divine. Then we walk, and we w a l k, and w e w a l k, and finally reach the Colosseum. I'm sorry to say I'm already over Rome. We metro back to the hotel, which thankfully is very clean and cosy, and collapse on the bed after a warm shower (and I mentioned the towels in my review, didn't I, the towels I almost stole?).
The next morning, Libby and I opt in for the three hour Vatican Tour, which we are told is great because tour groups get special entry and skip the line. Big whoop. There are twenty other such groups, already lined up before us. After 45 minutes or so, we make it inside the Vatican City, the guide talking to us through our headphones. After some sightseeing, a lot of shoving and the guide repeatedly asking us to please return the audio guide back once finished, we head out again into Rome.
Libby forgets our Colosseum tickets at the hotel. After some to-ing and fro-ing, we go back and get them. We visit the Colosseum, which sure is ancient, but I'm not that impressed with it. Maybe it's the crowds, maybe it's the heat, but I'm not feelin' this city. And after a very tiring day including walking for up to, or more than seven hours, I'm ready for bed.
Rome was not built in a day, people.
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