The Rant Book

The last day

So I went to Rome for four days. We were actually supposed to stay there for 3 days. It was perfectly okay for the first 3 nights. Then it all went downhill.

Our flight back to England was at 5.30 pm. So we thought we had enough time to see the inside of the colosseum, buy some souvenirs, eat a well cooked lunch and live happily ever after. But no.

We were supposed to split up, my second sis, her husband and her daughter were gonna go to colosseum while the rest of us shop. Then them lot joined us. We were wandering around for ages cause my sister couldn't decide where to buy bags from.

Then we went for lunch at a pretty nice looking restaurant but the food was horrible. Or maybe Italian food just isn't for me. I don't like brochettes. I don't like pasta with completely smashed up salmon. (I liked the panna cotta though)

Because of our terrible planning and indecisiveness, we missed the bloody flight.

We had to stay at an ugly ass hotel (more like motel) in the middle of a ghetto place. It was creepy as hell. We all thought a serial killer would walk in any minute and kill us. The guy at the reception looked like a psycho killer who lives in in mum's basement, eats coco pops for breakfast and has a large collection of dolls.

My sister's room had this really fucking creepy photo just behind their bed. We thought it was haunted and my sis out it in the wardrobe.At the end of the night, we were all too damn tired to be scared. Like if a ghost were to attack me at that time, I'd just say "fuck off, I'm going to bed"

And that, my friends, is how I spent the last day of my vacation.

- J