OK so our last (holiday) day in Italy was spent as such: Bobbie made her way to the cliff top pool and proceeded to cook herself. By the time I got back from a walk down to the city (Sorrento), she had a belly a lovely shade of pink ... which then increased in intensity to a fiery red ... minus her belly button. Her belly button was white. On. Off. On. Off. It looked like a great button to press.
I also stripped down to my togs and jumped into the pool - ahhhhh, it was so nice. Sunning myself under the shade of an olive tree on the cliff top with Mt Vesuvius in the background heat haze. Fabulous.
Boarded to bus that would take us back to Pompeii ... where we get on another bus to return us to Rome. When we got to Pompei Roulf, Elisha, Bobbie & I were a touch thirsty. We had 15 minutes so it was off to the bar next door. They eventually came to find the wayward Australians ... and we were last on the bus. Bobbie boarded with her beer in hand and was sent to the naughty corner seat right down the back! As the journey went on Bobbie had started talking to some lovely Australian girls, also on the back row. Eventually we realised that the whole back 3 rows were Aussies, apart from the emo kid sitting next to me who literally did NOT move the whole entire journey. At one point, Roulf asked me if he was alive. I was afraid to test it. Figured he must have been since his head nodded sleepily down at one stage. Anyway, back to the Aussies ...... we were laughing and comparing holiday stories and basically being a little more vocal than anyone else on the bus. Hey, it was a 3 hour bus ride. An Indian lady sitting about 3 rows in front of me actually turned around and told (not asked) us all to be quiet. It really wasn't a good idea to do that. We weren't yelling ... just having a good time. It didn't work let's just say. There was a lull for a short while (it had been a long day for those who had been to Pompei) but it soon started again ... but this time we had some singers in our midst. There were some great harmonies coming from the back of the bus ... including Abba's Mamma Mia!
The 3 hour bus ride was over all too soon and we were back in Rome. A sad farewell to our new friends Roulf & Elisha ... and the rest of the misfit Aussies in the bus. Only the one night in Rome as we caught the train to Rome's airport for our flight to Milan and then onward to Hong Kong.
Thank goodness we broke the journey home in Hong Kong because jet lag is tightening her grip on our sand filled eyes ... but will not prevail because Bobbie has tasted the fruits of shopping already in Hong Kong. Watch out luggage.
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