Before I left Venice I wanted to make sure to take some photos.
The weather has been so bad that I barely got to take any. I left the hostel early, and took one last wander through the streets. Then, sitting outside the train station for an hour or two I took it all in, the crazy carnival that is Venice.
First impressions of Milan were brief. I arrived on Liberation Day, when the Italians commemorate victory over the Nazis by closing 90% of their shops and drinking espresso long in to the night. So I gather.
1st impression of the hostel was bad. 2nd was slightly better. I was first taken in to a “new building”, of the hostel. So new in fact that it had not been finished yet. There were plasterers working in the room where I was supposed to sleep. It smelt like paint. Yet people had already claimed beds with backpacks, expecting perhaps some kind of competition. I was there 10 minutes when the receptionist came back, we were all moved to the main building. Smaller dormitories. Cleaner. Dryer plaster.
I am think I might have to cancel the last night if I can, I have a feeling I booked my train for the wrong day again. Next stop Torino, then on to meet a friend in Ivrea, up in the mountains – I think.