Check out of campsite, annoying payphone, café hunting in Venice, lots of coffee more pizza more spritz and lots of waiting outside the train station.

Like most places check out time at the camp site we were staying at was 11am, which isn’t really that bad but is when you have 9 hours to kill before your next train and you have to lug your back pack around…

Before checking out though we brought an international phone card so that we could both call home quickly, it all seemed quite straight forward, swipe your card, dial the number, talk. Easy. Well, it wasn’t. I swiped the card, I waited for the dial tone, nothing. I tried again and again and again, I tried phone after phone after phone, none of which worked. I finally got a phone to work but ended up speaking to some Italian person who sounded just as confused as I was. Finally, after 20 minutes of trying I was able to get through to my parents for a very very quick chat to say that we were alive and well and where we were next headed, before ringing off and RUNNING to the bus that was waiting for us.

We found that the train station had luggage hold, so we dumped our bags here for a small fortune before heading off to see the city of Venice for the last time. We spent hours just walking, looking, observing, and sitting. It was nice and as it wasn’t toooooo hot it was bearable for us.

We hopped on our train at 9.30pm, another sleeper train that was meant to hold 6 in our cabin but we were pleasantly surprised to find it only contained ourselves and one other (a single New Yorker who was travelling by herself) we chatted for a small time before becoming so exhausted we fell into what we thought would be a deep sleep…

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Chris and Emily on June 21, 2009 from Venice, Italy

from the travel blog: Europe 2009

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