Day 23 - Rome It was hard getting up today. The alarm went off at 6.20am and for the first time on this trip I just didn't want to get up. Then I remembered we were going to the Vatican and it was sound. We got ourselves together, got to the station and got ourselves some beautiful looking baguettes to take with us. On the journey there, Katie and I were sat on a table with two Italian men having a business meeting. They were very expressive, arms everywhere and...

Day 22 - Rome 08.13am - Today began with a bit of false advertising. The posters in the hostel say breakfast begins at 7am, but the sullen waitress says it begins at 7.30am. This meant one thing, McDonalds for breakfast. I am sick of the place. On the bus ride to that greasy hell, the ticket man got on. He checked our tickets and then turned to me, pointed back towards Dee and Katie and said something about 'no Italiano'. The man thought I was Italian. He spoke...