Rome, pick pockets and the Sistine Chapel.

First we visited the Colosseum, huge, iconic  and evil but we got a good tour of all the different levels and then walked across the road to the Roman Forum, of course alot of ruins, the only photo I got was of the arch of Titus because my battery gave out, a curse of the digital camera. Anyway it was a fascinating insight into Roman times and a good tour and then on to the bus to St Peters Square.

The tour guide gave us a quick breakdown of where everything was, where we could see the Popes blessing etc and showed us a cheap cafeteria lunch spot in a side street. Everywhere we were assaulted by gypsy type Europeans selling scarves.

We had our lunch and Bob paid with his credit card. little did we know that that was the last time we would see it. Then on to St Peters, entrance at the right. A big crowd and a security check . Bob went to get out his wallet, you guessed it, it wasn't there! He felt he had been jostled and had been pickpocketed here but it may have been the cafeteria.

Anyway we proceeded through St Peters but I must admit I didn't take much in I think we saw Michaelangelos  Pieta . Anyway after the visit we decided to go back to the hotel to report the loss of our credit card. We did this certainly not much longer than an hour after we had noticed it gone. Bob was sure there was no clues in his wallet to the pin number which perhaps points more to it going at the cafeteria but it was not stopped before $14 thousand worth of damage had been done although I don't think Bob found this out until he got back to Australia and he had to fight the bank that it had a daily limit on it of one thousand and they were out of order in allowing the transactions to go through. The bank had to accept liability for that. Anyway I have to say that Bob coped brilliantly with all this, much better than the overpriced taxi ride in London! We did not mention it to the rest of the tour group!

Next day we had to be up early for our visit to the Vatican Museums. Unsurprisingly I had not slept well and in the night had taken a diuretic instead of a short acting sleeper so I was abit dehydrated However the visit was brilliant. I remember wonderful mosaics and the map room in particular.

Waiting in the queue against the back drop of the walls of the Vatican

The visit finished with a visit to The Sistine Chapel,crowded of course, the highlight being the ceiling painted by Michaelangelo showing the creation of Man. Yes truly one of the great sights of the world Then on to the bus getting to Florence about 4. In time for a walking tour of the Duomo,  the Baptistry, The Piazza della Signoria with the Neptune fountain and replica of David,the Ponte Vecchio, and a leather shop. Then an ice cream in the square of St Croce but unfortunately not time to go into the church. Not a long visit but it certainly showed you the important places with lots of good photo opportunities.
sistine chapel

Rome via Perugia

We left Venice en route to Rome, alot of travelling to day and rather boring. The young American boy Christian  who was  very well behaved had got a copy of the latest Harry Potter book so he was happy. It may have been the day we got stuck in a traffic jam for three hours but this was ably managed by Kathleen who arranged a group photo on the autobahn  and a toilet amongst the sun flowers. Again Kathleen you were a gem. Anyway the half way break was Perugia , the bus parked and we made our way up to the town on a series of escalators to the pedestrianized Corso Vannucci dominated by the 13th century fountain.

Then it was into the Duomo which did not have much to recommend it. Then on to Rome . You could do an extra tour Rome by night but we were tired and there was a nice pool at the hotel so we just had some time out

The Adriatic Coast 1966

I graduated in 1965 and commenced my first house jobs in Preston at The Royal Infirmary. It was a very busy job and we were in the middle of a spell of austerity so Harold Wilson froze our pay for six months so we were working hard for very little pay.

First Holiday

At the end of my first year working I was determined to have a good holiday so booked a young singles holiday at Catalonica, just south of Venice on the Adriatic. Have no idea of how we got there but I suppose we flew. In those days airports and planes were regarded as glamorous and exciting!

The hotel was nice, the beach was crowded but the weather was sunny, what we had come for. The young singles left abit to be desired but I formed a three some with two other girls and we had a lively time, sometimes at the expense of other tour participants one couple in particular that we called by a very rude name but we had fun. We especially enjoyed the glass of chianti with our evening meal.The Italian men continually engaged in bottom pinching which was very tedious

I took advantage of all the tours on offer, Venice, Florence and San Marino. I was immediately in love with Venice and Florence although San Marino not so much. In fact I had not really been to anywhere that was quite so tacky.

There is no doubt about it,the first time you visit Venice is magical particularly in the times of the sixties when it was not nearly as crowded as it is now.  On that trip I did go into the Doges Palace and saw the magical ceiling  which I presume was Tintorettos  Paradise. I do not remember whether I went into St Marks  but the square was magical  with an artist painting the scene. although my photos are rather grainy   I don't think I bettered them on subsequent visits.

Then in Florence we saw the skyline from Place Michelangelo and the statues of Neptune and David in Piazza della Signoria  and of course the Baptistry doors. We had a brief tour of the Uffizi gallery and certainly saw the Botticellis although not much else.

Then at the end of the holiday I had a date, meeting outside Aldwych tube station on The Strand to go to the theatre. I was very definite in what I wanted to see Maggie Smith in The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie but that date ensured that I did not get back to Italy for many years.

Skiing in Italy

My first visit to Italy was in the glorious decade of the sixties when we were young and had the world at our feet. I was a student at Edinburgh university and had somehow started to learn to ski. Now if you can ski in Scotland you can ski anywhere, the snow was not deep and and the  heather was poking through and there were patches of ice.

When somebody, John Goodall and Blair Donaldson  I think arranged a holiday in the Italian Alps I was ready to go.

From memory we got a plane to Geneva and then took a bus to Sauxe DÓiux. There were none of the difficulties of travel to day, no security checks although I guess we had to go through passport control.
It was Italy but could equally well have been France or Switzerland. Have not many memories of the trip but those I have are all good.

Managing to stand up!

Where are they now?
Ewan Cameron,Hannah Rathbone.John Bedell.Hugh Millar Lindsay Neale

 Apres Ski Dinner at night, the above mentioned plus Bob Connolly, Chris Evans who I have met again at a R,C,S Ed event. All in all a great introduction to Italy

My Italian Affair