To give you a sense of what traveling Europe by tent is like, I will attempt to explain the daily rituals known as Contiki. We awake confused, exhausted, and stumble out of bed to de-erect our tents. One cough echos into a symphony of 46 (they call it the 'Contiki cough', I call it the plague) as it takes us out one by one. We re-pack our over stuffed bags, filled with clothes we never wear (you only wear what you can reach at the top of your pack) and souvenirs from the world wind of cities we have visited. Once all the tents are down, we stumble to breakfast and an ungodly early hour. This morning someone mentioned it was Saturday and in complete shock! I realized I somehow lost 4 days! I was absolutely convinced it was Wednesday, thanks to a ghetto and waterlogged watched that stopped working for a significant period of time. I loose track of the date, the time and the city we are in on a regular basis. It best to just sit back and attempt to soak it all in, the culture, the scenery and the immense beauty. The group has become somewhat of a family: dysfunctional, crazy and heart-warmingly loving all at the same time. A typical Jewish family to be exact. Thanks to the large amount of Aussies on our trip, we refer to each other as the 'shittest mates' (which is a good thing) and I know that at just over half way through the journey it will be painful saying goodbye to the friends I have made.
As the group entered Venice, the pace immediately changed and the enchanting city took us all under its embrace. The mercury canals are surrounded by stone carved buildings, all supported by beams and planks pounded into the waters base. This floating city forces you to slow down to a snails pace and embrace getting lost in the narrow side streets. The canal is Venice's only form of transportation, so the streets are not crowded by vehicles or westernization and suddenly you hear a violin playing from an open window.
After savoring my last Italian pasta, espresso and heaps of gelato, we ended the evening with a romantic gondola ride before saying goodbye to Italy.
Arrivederci, off to Vienna.
As the group entered Venice, the pace immediately changed and the enchanting city took us all under its embrace. The mercury canals are surrounded by stone carved buildings, all supported by beams and planks pounded into the waters base. This floating city forces you to slow down to a snails pace and embrace getting lost in the narrow side streets. The canal is Venice's only form of transportation, so the streets are not crowded by vehicles or westernization and suddenly you hear a violin playing from an open window.
After savoring my last Italian pasta, espresso and heaps of gelato, we ended the evening with a romantic gondola ride before saying goodbye to Italy.
Arrivederci, off to Vienna.
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