The trip to Venice (or Venus as I accidentally called it), was so, so long. About 4 hours without a break. We stopped in Italy at Sirmione for an hour on Lake Garda where I had some (alright – a lot) of rocher and nutella gelato. The man stuck to coke as he is an undiagnosed lactard.
Going to the toilet was an ‘interesting’ experience. They say on Contiki that things are not wrong, just different. Just a heads up Contiki, unexpected squat toilets are wrong.
Kara was right behind me but I had two litres of water inside of me and my bladder really didn’t care too much what the toilet looked like. So it was off with my pants entirely and time to put those gym squats into practice. Italians must have awesome thigh muscles. On the plus side the toilet was free. Mecha reckons he spends $3k a year on going to the toilet!
Then back on the bus to Venice.