Verona; Friday, 02 May, 2008

I met my friends on the train at East Croydon, them having got on in town, and we all headed out to the airport. After a swift, painless and totally uneventful checkin we found ourselves in a location we would be revisiting many times during the trip, the bar.

A swift pint later it was time to wander down to the gate and onto the plane. A totally uneventful flight later we touched down in Verona, swiftly progressed through the airport and found ourselves, by way of the airport bus, at the central railway station in Verona. A short walk later and we arrived at the hotel.

With the formalities done, and with most peoples stomachs rumbling, we headed around the corner from the hotel and ate in a small restaurant just off the main square. From there it was a gentle meander down the main streets of the town taking in the sights, before stopping off for a late evening drink in a little bar by the river. Time appeared to flow at a completely different rate and very soon it was 1am and time we really should be turning in for the night.