The Venice Biennale
Another trip whilst a fine art student…

We went to Venice in June and it was about 30 degrees…baking hot and because of all that water…very, very humid and sweaty….

As is the usual for these trip the cheapest flea-ridden hotel had been found…this time not next to a brothel, but possibly doing trade as one….Four of us – all female – sharing a room meant for two…in all that heat….Which of course meant that one thing led to another and I went walking around Venice at three in the morning…couldn’t sleep in all that moist warmth…ahem….Manage to get myself propositioned by various men and women, but pretty much felt safe….

The following day we were off to see the Biennale (which is why we had gone then), we get onto a water bus which is groaning with tourists and a few Venetians. Some argument broke out as the conductor of the ‘bus’ decided that there were enough on board and wasn’t letting any more on….Suddenly a space opened up between the conductor and the guy arguing about his mate getting on, everyone moves to the opposite side of the boat (not a good idea) and the punches start to fly….Cue one of my friend shouting out as loudly as possible, “PUNCH HIM! PUNCH HIM!” and me giggling uncontrollably….It stopped the fight and I got chucked off the boat…..

She had actually been saying Pace….peace in Italian….
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Fri 8 Dec 2006, 16:48, Reply)