I finally see the sights.

15th July.

A lot better than I expected.

I knew I was going to have to make a move towards home sooner rather than later due to the Canada trip and whilst people here will know that I am not an inveterate sightseer by any means I thought it would be a shame not to at least make a small effort to see something and to that end I thought my best option would be to get one of the literally hundreds of open topped “hop-on, hop-off” tourist buses that seem to almost drive in convoy as there are so many of them.

I must admit that I was one of those who used to slightly sneer at people using them on the principle that if you just buy a day rover ticket on local public transport and plan properly you can do exactly the same thing for yourself at a fraction of the cost. I know this is true where I live in London (when I am ever there!) and I am sure it is the same everywhere in the world.

I actually enjoyed myself to the extent that I went round again to sit on the other side of the bus to get different images. In truth a lot of my images are not much good for various reasons (bright sunlight, a scratched lens on my little compact etc.) but I shall put a few of them up to give something of an impression of the complete glory that is Rome on a scorching summer day.   They even gave me a pair of little earphones which I still use for my computer and on ‘planes where they ridiculously charge you to hire them so that was a little added bonus.  I have to say that the commentary (available in numerous languages) was very informative and easily audible even above the traffic noise from the top of an open top bus in the manic Roman traffic.  I have played gigs where I could hear less clearly onstage!

Having thoroughly enjoyed just messing about a limited area close to where I stayed I yet again found myself wondering (as I had in France) why the Hell it had taken me so long to get here.  I was literally just rolling from one incredible travel experience to another.  A month on Rome for many people would be the trip of a lifetime, and rightly so, but to randomly tack that onto the end of all I had already done on this run was really something special.  I’ not quite sure how I ever go this lucky.

My mate Mauro in the gastronomia (snack bar) I have mentioned before shuts up shop at 1900 every evening and I don’t blame him as he gets up at 0430 to open for 0630, he works very hard and so I knew that would not be an option for a beer by the time I got back so I decided to go to another little place I know called Twins Bar which is up opposite the Termini railway station. It is a decent little bar and does some excellent bar snacks of the type I spoke about before.


That night it was a fairly tired but content Fergy that crawled into his bunk content in the knowledge that at least he had made the effort.

More sightseeing in the next episode and an epic directional failure so stay tuned.

Author: Fergy.

Hello there. I am a child of the 50's, now retired and had been enjoying travelling pre-virus. Now I am effectively under house arrest. Apart from travelling, I love playing music (guitar, vocals and a bit of percussion) as the profile pic suggests and watching sport, my playing days are long over. I read voraciously, both fiction and nonfiction I'll read just about anything although I do have a particular interest in military history of all periods. I live alone in fairly central London where I have been for over 30 years since leaving Northern Ireland which was the place of my birth. I adore cooking and I can and do read recipe books and watch food programmes on TV / online all day given half a chance.

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