I have just woken up, was dreaming about sleeping. Quick notes so that I don't forget... Mike has ben showing me around Padova - It's a wonderful town, one of Italy's oldest University towns.

The flight was ok, in that I only wantred to vomit towards the end, no sleep and being a wee bit pissed must hvae done it for me.

Mike has been schmoozing everyone from the bus driver to the waitresses, the butcher and the cheeseman - telling them that (and this is from the Italian I can understand), he has known me as a mate of his son since I was 'Bambino' - he makes his gesture' hand about 3 feet off the ground' has he forgotten that I was 6" tall when I was 15, when he first met me. Ah the imagination.

I am off to stroll Padova and check out the local Piazza's. The women are loverly, the spritzers even more so (Mike had me laughing my head off last night in one of the Piazza's - giving me a lesson in hand gestures)

The toilets are a feeak out, hole in the ground, the taps are controlled by pedals, not unlike that on a piano or an organ.

Public nevermind, I'll make this all understandable once I have time. I'm searching for a memory card for the camera - not to be found. Later this afternoon, mike is going to take me to the old city of Padova, and then to the shrine of st Anthony, where millions of catholics gather on a certain date to watch a vial of his blood congeal and melt - don't mind if I remain sceptical.