Well what else would a good catholic boy living 500 metres from the Vatican do on Palm Sunday? - well this one got up at 11am nursing a splitting headache whilst the women folk trotted of to the Vatican for mass. Herein lies the flaw in religion they get all dressed and organised and head off and I drag my sorry arse out of bed and pop the Telly on whilst consuming a nice strong latte and watch the Pope (sans Pope - not Italiano) say mass in the comfort of my cou...

Sleep depravation, jet lag and an empty cupboard has taken it's toll. Sightseeing and soccer matches have made way for market day. A small jar of Vegemite for the equivalent $9 - hey an addict has to have his fix Tarn and I managed to get all of our supplies from the local Mercato Regionale with my minimal (and her none) knowledge of Italian. The stall holders all seemed to enjoy our efforts. The girls all went out while I cooked dinner and came back with Gelato ...

Well we made it after another basically sleepless 12 1/2 hour leg. Lobbed at 6:30 am to a cloudy but dry Rome. I loved Italian customs as they had a line for "nothing to declare" and basically it is unmanned and next to the exit so you just stroll though - 20 mins after landing. We book a guided 4 hour tour through our airport transfer and were treated to a complimentary Italian breakfast of pastries and cappuccinos in a side street in Trastevere - beat the Malay...

Well we made it to KL and its just gone 11:00 pm and its a lazy 29 degrees celsius with a pleasant 98% humidity and the air con is busted - well I assume they have air con. My first OS toilet experience was a joy - a knee trembler and a hose. Thanks I can wait till Rome. We have cone accross the coffee bean cafe and I have just had the strongest iced coffee known to man - great gear and should see me geting drowsy by next Wednesday. Oh well time to find a sit ...

Well if you ever have the need for a quick working antidote to excitement just visit internarional check in and passport control - they make metro ticket inspectors look like lifeline councelors. The check in girl seemed to find anything between calling "next" and goodbye a major inconvenience to her day including having to be assed twice for boarding passes. Then we cop a real miserable bloke attending to us in customs, seemed he got out on the wrong side of t...