BACK TO FLORENCE

We're all back on the bus heading toward Florence but first we stop at our hotel to drop people off. Ron is one of thoses people. I think he realised that Good Old would be crazily shopping and him trying to keep up to her would be impossible.

We stayed on the bus to head to Florence City, mainly to find a internet café not to shop. The bus drops us off at the same place as yesterday and the entire tour group heads to the leather shop to use the toilets. Lucy and I decided to go do some sightseeing first after our toilet stop at the leather shop. We start strolling towards the Ponte Vecchio (Old Bridge).

After a good 10 minutes we discover the bridge to start our photo shoot.

Ponte vecchio - The Oldest bridge in Florence. Destroyed by flooding in 1117, was completely rebuilt in stone but collapsed again in the terrible flood of 4th November 1333. It was rebuilt for the last time in 1345.

Once our bridge shots are over we start our search for an internet café. Main reason was we needed to print off some documents. We eventually discover one and enter to realise its jam packed and there are no computers free. The guy behind the counter tells us to wait a few minutes and there will be some spare computers. He was right.Within 10 minutes we were sitting at a computer checking emails.

An hour later I was on the edge of collapsing. My sugar level was seriously down. I needed some food badly. Any thing would do. 5 minutes later we walk into a bar to order sandwiches. We decide to stock up and purchase two sandwiches each. One was for dinner tonight. We decided to dodge the optional excursion to the Monstary. It was something like 60 Euros per person. We decided to be tight. So it was sandwiches for lunch and dinner.

Grabbing our sandwiches we spotted a side street to settle down in. Once I got food into me I started feeling a lot better but still frustrated so I turned around and asked Lucy if she would walk up to this random Italian woman and slap her in the face and walk off. Lucy declined the offer and raised the bar offering the same challenge to me. Hence a laughing fit develop and the poor woman didn’t get slapped. She so deserved to be slapped.

The bitch that should have been slapped!

Back at the main square we took more photos before settling down at our meeting point stairs.

Palazzo Vecchio

Neptune

The Above photos are for Cherry as we know how much she loves her cocks and asses!

It was boiling hot today in Florence, just the way I liked it. We spotted Good Old heading towards us when Lucy screamed OMG she brought stuff. Next thing you know Good Old is pulling out this $200 pendant she brought for her grand daughter or something followed by some leather shoes. Good Old even stated she didn’t care how much she spent because it wasn’t her money. Right, looks like Good Old is spending Ron’s money again.

We started the long walk back to the bus when Good Old started pouring out her life history to us. Now brace yourself for this. I didn’t know if I should laugh in her face or feel sorry for the poor girl. God it explained what went wrong with her now…

Good Old’s grandfather who was Italian was apparently a Priest. He spent his time driving the other priests to brothels and hence decided to leave the Monstary due to it.

Good Old’s grandmother was a topless dancer back in her days who had a fling with a client and produced Good Old’s mother. God this sounds like an episode of HI. I cant believe Good Old has such an exciting life story.

Somewhere in between she tells us about how she met her current husband Ron. Apparently they met on the internet in some random chat room. Ron invited her to some art exhibition and Good Old decided to take up the offer. She rocked up to his house only to have Ron slam the door on her face when he answered. Apparently Ron realsied she was more beautiful in person then in her photos so he freaked out. What the hell is wrong with these people?

After the art exhibition Good Old gave Ron a fake phone number to avoid any further contact with him. However Ron managed to stalk her down through her work company (Because she stupidly told him where she works). He sent her flowers and Good Old just melted into his arms. These people are screwed up but you gotta love it.

Eventually we make it back to the bus and arrive to the hotel for some siesta time. God I was looking forward to this. I needed a nap badly. Lucy rushed off to the pool in her bikini while I had a nice nap.

A short time after, I woke up for Lucy to tell me about Big tits and little tits. Apparently when she was at the swimming pool the 81 year olds grand daughters decided to go for a swim as well. Lucy decided to check out their packages and was shocked to discover the eldest grand daughter whos 16 has massive hooters.

I didn’t know what to say as I was half asleep. To add to this Lucy tried explaining her conversation with the Indians who run an Italian supermarket in the US to me. What is wrong with this tour group? Isn't there anyone sane on it. What kind of Indians run an Italian supermarket? Lucy stated they came to Italy to suss out what they can export to their supermarket. God these people are doing my head in. While Lucy entertained me with her stories about the tour freaks I pulled out my sandwich to munch on and soon enough the bottle of wine followed.

We drank the entire bottle of wine AGAIN! Next thing you know were laughing about anything and everything. This called for another postcard to Cherry. The challenge was to walk down to reception to post it. Two drunks slowly find the hotel room door to walk to the lifts to go to reception. Cherry the efforts I have to go to for you! I hand over the postcard that has David’s cock plastered all over it. Once reception had the postcard we speed walked to the lifts to disappear.

We arrived on our floor when Lucy spotted some machine. Both completely trashed we soon figured out it was a shoe shining machine. Lucy screamed we should get our shoes shined but we soon realised we were wearing thongs. For some reason we refused to go back to the room until Lucy shined her thongs. Were completely fucked in the head. Next thing you know we hear the elevator stopping on our floor. We both race into our room and slam the door shut. If your asking me why – no idea!

Were switching between channels on the TV in hope of a repeat of last nights weird ass movie when we hear the elevator doors open on our floor with people giggling and laughing their heads off. The giggles are familiar. OMG its our tour group returning from the Monstary. Lucy jumps off the bed running to the door and I follow. We spend the next 5 minutes taking turns in looking through the peep hole. Once again don’t ask me why. I even pull out my phone and got a photo through the peep hole. It was too dark through the peek hole to see anything.

We decided to give up and crash into bed…