Anyway, Day 2 of our
We wondered a few streets around the corner and found a local seafood restaurant. So local, that the menu was completely in Italian and their English was pretty much non existent. We decided to do a bit of a 'lucky dip' with the menu, and ended up being served HUGE platter of fish, heads, tails and all. Stef looked like he wanted to cry. Luckily it ended up being delicious, and washed down with wine, be-heading the fish turned out to be sort of fun too, in the least macabre way... tehe.
The rain was so relentless, so after a couple of Americano’s spiked with whisky, we ended up on another bar crawl around the city. I'd love to be able to tell you all the places we went to, but being slightly intoxicated I can't quite remember them all, and Venice being the maze it is, I'm pretty sure you'd have a hard time finding them even if you tried.
We had found another lovely hotel called the Bauer, and snuggled up out of the rain with a bottle of champagne. It was a Black Russian however, that finished me off... we stumbled into the nearest Pizzeria to sober up before the walk back to our hotel.
It was only then that some bizarre sirens started going off on boats all over the city, it was kind of scary and very surreal! It turns out that the sirens were warnings;
I mean, totally flooded. We had to whip some bin bags on our legs and wade through the water to get back to our hotel. It sounds like a total nightmare but it was absolutely hilarious, definitely something I didn't think I'd be doing and something I'll never forget!