Because you're the expert on butterfly sex

Good morning stalkers. Time again for me to try and catch up with all of my posts, I'll get it done one of these days. I blame it primarily on the bad spots for getting internet... mostly... anyway, on with the show.

We left Austria early that morning to head off to white water rafting... with basically no rapids. This was pretty much why I wasn't doing it. If its going to be proper rafting, I want the aim to be to go down the river over rapids etc. and not to be about throwing each other out the raft and tipping it over. Sod that. Anyway, we dropped off the rafters and headed on down to the finish to wait for them. We didn't exactly have to wait for very long, the bus trip down to the finish was a bit windy and no where near as direct as the river route. After this it was back into the bus to head for Venice.

Now here's the kicker. Our tour manager was carefully explaining that we really needed to lower our expectations for the accommodation we were going to get because this was to be our first camp site. After the "awesome" hostel we had in Prague this had me a little worried, although, in the back part of my mind I was sort of going, "but it's always been relatively fine so far...", and then we hit the camp site.

Wow, was he wrong. Twinshare cabins. Bathroom with shower and toilet en-suite and here's the best of all, airconditioning. I honestly don't know how he expected us to think that this was shit acommodation. As far as I'm concerned it was the best we had had so far. Better even than the "hotel" in Amsterdam (that being mostly because it was twinshare instead of quadshare). We did't actually go into Venice itself as that requires a ferry ride (for those of you that don't know Venice is made up of a lot of island type things...). Anyway, we were all set to have a nice relaxing day, make that evening, at our camp site in Venice. That night we were once again presented with a barbecue (which was awesome).

From there on the night was relatively calm except for one major hiccup. I tried ordering a drink. Not to say that I had problems ordering the drink, that's fairly standard regardless of where you are in the world. The problem came in when I tasted my drink. You see, I had ordered a fairly simple vodka and lemonade. Not exactly a complicated drink. So I had my first sip and it all seemed fine, until the aftertaste hit me... I can quite honestly say that this is the worst vodka that I have ever had the displeasure of drinking. I would gladly take russian bear and quite probably black horse before I would willingly drink a glass of that stuff they said was vodka.

And so it was that I poured away a good chuck of money (for those of you not in the know, when converting South African rands to Euros we get screwed big time) as I had declared the drink undrinkable and, as everyone knows, this is my tv show so my word is law. Errr... yea that was it for day one in Venice. Good evening and good night...

Score:
Me: 2
Her: 4
New Guy: 2
Chachi: 1
Bus: 2