The Gold Coast has its strip of golden sand and crashing waves. Venice's Lido, the narrow spit of land that forms the lagoon that protects the island city from the pounding waves of the Adriatic Sea, is like chalk to cheese in comparison.
It was good to see a motor vehicle again and we celebrated by hiring a quad bike for an hour and ripping up and back along 6 kilometres of the main road. Let me explain in these days of efriendly greeniness, the quad bike in question was a pedal powered pushy built for four pedallers.
It was ironic that after the ride, their was only one of us who had raised a sweat. Needless to say, no one sat next to me on the ferry back home.
An insight into the efficiency of Italian bureaucracy was gained in our attempt to purchase stamps for postcards. Not one of the three staff could serve us unless we selected the correct ticket type from the machine that generated them. When Eva finally got the stamps (€2.50 to send a card to Australia), the one euro stamp variety had no gum and would not stick. The assistant gave her a glue stick, which was useful for the two cards we had written but less so for the two cards we were going to purchase later in the trip. The assistant would not refund the money on the two unused stamps that wouldn't stick. I'm still unsure whether it was because she knew that the stamps were useless, or because of the lengthy process that would no doubt be involved as part of the refund process and the counselling that she would need to undertake as part of the retraining program her superiors would consider necessary for her.
Enjoyed a nice pizza and campari and soda for lunch. Enjoyed a nice shower and change of socks pre-dinner.
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