Italy 2009 – Days 3 and 4

This is a continuation of my trip to Lake Maggoire, Italy in July 2009. Day 1 can be found here

Day 3

Have I mentioned that morning people whistle, they astound me they ability to annoy people. I tried to mentally block them out by hiding under my blanket, but the only problem is that the beds smell like 12 different people. For breakfast I selected a manufactured apple strudel, it only tasted a few months out of date which is a plus looking at other people’s ‘pastries’.

We gathered up towels and swimming shorts and headed towards to town. We took a short cut down a steep pebbly path, not the brilliant when you are wearing flip flops. We went into the local supermarket, Tesco hasn’t invaded Northern Italy yet, there was a small selection of crisps next to the wine, water was next to toiletries. We must have lapped the store multiple times just to get water, bread, cheese, crisps and fruit. The apples were in a basket which was at an angle, an apple was removed and time slowed down as apples cascaded from the top of the pile, luckily they didn’t splat on the ground, they don’t like that in Tesco, and they definelty wouldn’t like that here.

We caught the bus to this secluded beach, there was a small gap in a roadside barrier which led down to the beach. For a few hours it was just us on the beach. When I first went in the lake every step I took the water rose higher and higher up my leg until the level made me gasp, after that I was fine to pludge. The day started off cold, and Amy said that there wasn’t much chance of getting a tan due to the clouds. Fast forward to now, she is sitting on the bottom bunk burnt red. She has white skin covered in bright red burnt patches.

Quiet Beach

The day seems to speed along, but when living the moment it is going extremely slow. Time is so strange to be, I waste to much time thinking about time. What I am trying to say is that the day speeds along and all of a sudden it is 12:37am.

I spent a tiny bit to long in the sun with only a tiny bit of sun cream on, I’m not as red as Amy “savaloy” Pearson, but I’m pretty burnt. Tomorrow I shall make sure that I have lots of sun cream on so I am the same colour as Casper the Friendly Ghost. In Casper you have to presume that all ghosts are nasty apart from Casper since he is ‘the friendly ghost’, but I think that Nearly Headless Nick is pretty friendly, maybe there are more friendly ghosts in the fictional ghost world than people realise.

I’m supposed to be writing a post about Day 3 (hence the title) in Italy, and somehow I end up witling on about ghosts. After getting roasted on the beach we headed back to the town and got some Ice Cream. This time was Melon and Mango flavour, both excellent. Ice cream over here is not as rich and dairyfied as England, it is more flavoursome. Went back to the hostel up the steep pebbly pathway, that would have burnt of all the yummy ice cream!

I somehow managed to have a nap whilst four people stood around me, but if I need my sleep then I shall sleep. Their conversations seem to affect my dreams, or I think about the people. I spend a lot of time thinking about sleep and what I brain thinks about whilst sleeping. It would be great if you could Sky+ your dreams and watch them, in high definition of course. Being around me before, during and after sleep is dangerous. I am either drug like, talking about crap, mumbling more than I usually do and generally fall about. Or I can be the opposite and be Mr Mega-Moody. This evolves the odd swear word at Mr Kind, and lots of grumbling and moaning.

I sleep in awkward positions

Mike found out in the morning that there was free WiFi in the hostel. A smile erupted of my face, this meant emails, twitter, news, youtube, facebook, blogs galore and Google. Goodbye Italian Lakes, hello MacBook! First of all I was extremely happy to be able to get on the internet, but soon I realised that it could be a burden. People wanted to check their emails, update their facebook, chat to people. I am not going to be twittering lots, I’m not going to write on anyone’s wall. This is a holiday, it is bad enough that I am an absobloff for information and current affairs, but a holiday for me if to get away from people.

I’m going to do what I done with my last two entries, write loads for small events, and quickly type a sentence or two about other things all because this is getting rather tedious and I want to check my emails, twitter, facebook and the BBC News. See it was a bad idea to get the internet.

So I had a nap, watched a bit of the Harry Potter premiere in the lobby with some strange middle aged Italian men. Then wandered around directionless to Mike’s Grandparents. From now on I shall not follow Trevor, he will get is lost. Went for dinner, got pizza, Eric thought we were in Germany, walked along the lake front, got more Ice Cream (white chocolate and mint chocolate). Now we are back at the hostel, covered in after sun and insect repellent. Everything has a small layer of grease/chemicals.
Beuno Notti (1:05am)

Day 4, 5 and 6

For the past for days we have come back from exhausting days out, that is the feeble excuse I am going to use for not writing anything these past few days. To reduce any confusion I shall write in chronological order.

Day 4 the sun rose and again the morning people were about. Today there was extra shuffling because of the anticipation of Marsh arriving. It was all pretty calm before Vicky arrived, I was worried that she would be Hurricane Marsh, and ruin what could be a lovely holiday. So far she has been argumentative, but that is in her character, so holiday not totally ruined.

Mike and Nick went to the airport to pick up Marsh, and transport her to Verbania. I was surprised to hear that she actually managed to get to Gatwick, check in, get through security and get to the plane in time. Marsh is a clever girl, but is absolutely useless. Some examples, she lives less than 5 minutes from school but is always late, whenever there is prep to hand in there is a chance she has left it at home along with her PE kit and her marbles.

The rest of us went to our secret beach, we managed to get the bus without using Mikes Italian skills. It was just a usual day at the beach; we ate our panini bread things, bottles of water and coconut macaroons. We swam to a boat and went on board, meaning that we sat on the steps of the boat. The Lake water is so fresh, and once you’ve dived in and got over the cold.

Sitting on a boat

Since I’m British, I’m not used to seeing so much sun, therefore I keep forgetting about suncream. Thust I’m a bit sun burnt, not burnt to a point where I am peeling etc, but more over red. I am the same colour as the creaky bunkbeds.

Day 5 onwards includes: Trip to Switzerland, flooding a kitchen, Island tour and a car covered in Post-Its

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