Italy Trip
At my school there was a yearly trip to Italy which was legendary among the students mainly due to the laid back teachers who took us and the abundance of alchohol.

Now this trip was for latin students only...but as there were so few of those they opened it up to everyone eventually, fortunatly I managed to get myself a place on the trip when I was in year 10.

That year the trip was headed to Sorento near Naples on the Italian coast, so we were to go around the area and look at Pompeii and all that...

Its all too long to explain here, so I will just list it all instead:

- Getting stopped and searched at Gatwick because the buiscit crumbs and dust at the bottom of a bag looked like radioactive material on the xray machine.

- Someone taking a photo on the plane whilst leaning on the emergency exit handle on the door whilst flying over the Alps.

- Landing at some military airfield in Rome and being allowed to walk unescorted through pairs of fighter jets whilst the terminal was full of soldiers carrying M16s.

- Coach trip to Sorrento with a very horny 6th former who flashed her breasts to every single lorry between the airport and the hotel.

- Finally ending up at the hotel at 12 at night to find a) it is called the hotel tourist and b) the doors are locked

- Get into the hotel at about 1am to find the beds collapse when you jump on them.

- Getting drunk with all the teachers in the town.

- Getting free ice cream and pizza because we were such great customers!

- Getting given rolls filled with plastic cheese and mouldy ham every day by the hotel (aparently this counted as lunch)

- Getting repeatedly told to keep off the grass at Pompeii and other places by tour guides who believe that a whistle gives them the ultimate power.

- Having the uber horny 6th former stalked by a random Italian man everywhere she went....whilst she flashed everyone....still...

- Breaking absolutely everything in the hotel, the list is somewhat long:
Four Beds
One bathroom door
One bedroom lock
Two wardrobe doors
One window
One fusebox
Six matresses
One TV
Twelve Sheets (which tore so easily)
Two floor tiles
One shower
Three seats
One Lift (which concequently had stereotypically fat American get in it next and have the lift wedge halfway between floors and the whole hotel echoing of the fat American screaming that they are going to die)
and a whole lot more....

- The cliff edge journey where our coach came about an inch from falling off the edge of a 150ft drop.

- Walking around Pompeii where I worked out that all those old big stones make excelent bottle openers.

- Accidently destroying part of Pompeii when a brick fell out of a wall someone was leaning on.

- Throwing packets of jam out of the bedroom window at the police officer directing traffic at the traffic junction below.

Thats about all I can remember at the moment, but I'm sure I will remember some more....


I know I can't tell a good story to save my life, but go on...click "I like this" you know you want to...
( Jimbo314 is drunk on, Fri 8 Dec 2006, 21:26, Reply)