From being Split in 2 to Rome, Sweet Rome

Guten Tagen meinen freudinens

My turn on the blob, I mean on the blog.

The last few days can only be described as uplifting, both in body and mind. I feel like i've lost about 9 pounds in pure sweat, the heeeeeeeeeeat is beautiful! And despite previous reports I have turned to Catholicism. But I do know when i see a cracking church and those Popes know how to 'have it large!'

After losing my rucksack in Zadar, I took this German bird's by mistake, I spent 5 hrs there waiting for the bus driver to return it. And no, i didn't look in her bag for frilly underwear, honest ;)

Got to Split at about half 11 at night, Steve was already half p!ssed, John looked like he was an extra in the latest James Bond film, Shaun was moaning that he was worried that he might not have his 3am dog meat roll and James was sweating so much - it looked like there was a permanent puddle around him!

Well enough about the goings-on in Split, and yes Ross Popejoy I think i might have found my future wife (Ladybird, she's been previously mentioned)

Onto Rome, wow this city is unbelievable. The Sistine Chapel knocks the stuffing out of the Town Hall in Ilford and when they bury a Pope over here - he gets the proper works. Big old tombs, the whole 19 yards! If anyone reads this (highly unlikely) and hasn't been to Rome, do it!!Maybe A. Kiely could propose to Katie here. Whoops - what have i said? Even if you aint particularly religious like me, it just blows you away. I kid ye not, my friends and countrymen. Sorry after seeing the Colosseum, I've offered Shaun a fight to the death with plastic swords.

Oh and by the way, I found out today that I'm definitely from Roman stock. This fella in the Sistine Chapel had a hooter just like mine. Thanks mother and father, I now know I am a descendant of Claudius. 

Anyway I'm blabbering on a bit now, if I'm allowed to do another blog I will. But I reckon there could be another solo trip in the offing. 

Stay safe and remember always double-check your rucksack, travellers!

G. Budd

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