Arrivederci Roma

I waited for ages for breakfast this morning but it didn't arrive!! I don' know what the story was there, but it didn't matter, I went to the cafe downstairs and had some toast and a couple of cuppaccino then asked for the bill. My bill came to 9 euro, I gave the sleezeball 10 euro and waited ... and waited ... and waited for my changed. It didn't come so I went looking for the guy who pointed to himself and said 'per me'.

I could not believe it, although after the rip-off bastardi I have encountered I shouldn't have been surprised. NO!! I said, per ME! He looked just as shocked as me, but I insisted and he handed over my 1 euro. I am by no means a scab, but it was that he just decided that he was going to keep the change!

After that, I roamed around Rome, went and said arrivederci to the Trevi Fountain my favourite place in Rome, found a new place - Piazza Navona which is fabulous with hundreds of painters selling their work, buskers etc. laughed aloud at how easily and ridiculously lost I get, had a delicious last lunch at a restaurant near Piazza Navona, called in and saw the boys in the bar and had a cup of tea with them, went back to my room, had a shower and paid my bill. The landlady told me the bus is better to get to the airport so went to the bus stop and had the audacity to interrupt the bus driver reading and sending his texts if this was the bus to the airport, and was told 'aspetta qui' and then he closed the bus door! Five minutes later he opened the door and told everyone to put their cases and bags in the bag bit under the bus and get in.

I arrived at the airport and I just about totally freaked out with my stomach doing somersaults, I went to the Korean Airlines counter and it is closed. I started to think I had the wrong day and was a day late and could feel my neck starting to go read and I was about to vomit, this time it matters if I had the wrong booking! So I went to another counter asking why Korean Airlines was not open and the girl asked what time my flight left so I double checked. My flight leaves at 22.20, I knew it went around 10pm, but for some reason I had it in my mind that it was leaving at 20.20. It is now 6pm, I am 4 hours early!!!! The girl said, 'madam, 2 hours is plenty of time' and just glared at me. ok, grazie (smart arse!!), so I'm sitting in Maccas with a gazillion other people watching the planes leave in the dark. I will go back downstairs soon and hang around like a hobo until the counter opens because then I will only have another two freaking hours to wait!!!

Seoul markets had better be good, they have alot to live up to!

I looked to the left for cars, no cars, just the Panthenon