Day 31 - Final effort

Day 31 was actually like a week ago. I am posting this from the comfort of my own home and there is a pretty good chance I have forgotten the whole lot.

We woke up in our last hostel pretty damn late. Headed down and did the old checkout / bag leave jobby. We then headed to the old standard cafe for our free croissant and espresso even though it was like 37 degrees. It was then a case of a metro to the Vatican.

We didn't intend to get a tour but after rejecting a number of tour guides we were captivated by this one fit bird with an Aussie accent. After negotiating her down €5 each we decided to actually do a tour. Lorcan didn't have his student card and Mick didn't have a student card so we had to do a bit of cunfoolery at the ticket office in order to get us all in cheap.

We joined a tour of 8, us 4, and 4 American, old, large, female jehova's witnesses. Purfickt... Our guide began by explaining some kick ass things about the sistine chapel, how the pope asked Michaelangelo to paint it, even though he hadn't painted in 18 years, how he said GTFO but ended up doing it anyway. And fucking kicked ass cause it looks unreal. She also explained how the side panels were done by other artists including Raphael (the legend) who are largely forgotten.

Anyway we walked around and saw some cool stuff like Laucoon from the classics course and some pictures with stuff that followed you. And even an entire sculptured roof.... That was 2d. Impressive shit. Shortly before the chapel we had the option of doing an extra wing for another 40 minutes. Our fellow touries decided to bail so we missed a shit load of art and stuff. Oh well, more for next time.

We saw the chapel, which was savage before going out to the basillica and splitting with the dodge Christians. Then us and the tour guide (Jo) bantered for a while. It emerged she was good mates with the super hot blonde bird from transformers which was interesting. Eventually we let her go and headed into St Peter's. Here we saw some cool stuff like that Michaelangelo who's name slips my mind... Damn.

Then we headed outside and walked down to castle saint angelo. Being 17 as I was I got in free as did the lads and we headed up to finish our tour with a spectacular view of Rome. We cruised across town and home through a fire alarmed subway. Grabbed our bags, 30 euro taxi to the airport and then our flight home. No drama really.

So now I am home, I have lots of time to write and nothing to write about... Yay.