SO we’ve arrived in Milan. I can’t believe that students can live here – everything is so expensive. One of the “tourist traps” near the Duomo wants to charge customers 5 Euros for a 330ml can of Coke. That’s about $10 NZ!
At dinner, my cutlery came in a plastic bag, like the kind you get on aeroplanes. Strange. They were metal utensils as well, so they’d still have to be cleaned. Not helping the environment.
On the train to Florence, Paul and I were sitting by the door as we didn’t have seats. We were sharing the space with one of the train conductors and a female passenger. The conductor asked where we were from and (in a mixture of English and Italian) we said New Zealand, and that it is near Australia. The conductor nodded but the woman looked confused. He repeated that it was near Australia and she said, “Ah, Australia. Kangarini!” She mimed boxing as she said it. Paul’s obsessed with the word.
Everything on this trip has scaffolding on it. Everything.
In the big famous shopping centre beside the cathedral, there is a Prada and a Louis Vuitton right next door to each other. This place is obviously for the upper class, not the riff raff. So what’s next door to Louis Vuitton? MacDonald’s. Real class.
And then we were leaving Milan - with help from the good people at Deutsche Bahn. You can always trust the Germans to be good with trains - no wonder Hitler said that the Japanese were fellows way back when. They're both freakishly efficient, albeit the Germans could learn from the Japanese politeness.
kangarini!
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