We manage to rest our eyes a bit on the plane only to be rudely awoken by a fanfare on the tannoy letting us know that, against all odds, another Ryan air flight had managed to land safely. So then it was a coach trip to Rome centre. We dumped our bags at the hostel and went for a wander. After our first meal in Rome (McDonalds) we wandered along to the Trevi fountain, which had loads of people there including someone dressed as a gladiator however the illusion was somewhat shattered when he started texting. Another wander took us to the Panthion, an amazing building where we saw the tomb of Donatello, this led to us trying to remember the names of the other mutant turtles. This was followed by a proper Italian coffee, a walk to the Spanish steps and a spot of shopping. By this point I had noticed that Rome had a few really good looking guys. Mainly the ones in army or police uniform. A power nap at the hostel was followed by a tube trip to the coliseum. It was amazing seeing it as we stepped out the station. We strolled through ancient Rome and ended up in a beautiful old church where I lit a candle for my mom, afterwards I smiled as I realised it was bonfire might and I had lit a roman candle.  More walking and shopping made us tired, hungry and lost. We tried getting a bus back to the hostel but we got off early as it was packed Simon was convinced there was a mystery hand going somewhere it shouldn't. We found a nice restaurant and stuffed ourselves so much we needed to hat a sit in the bar next door before we continued. We really liked this bar called hippy hour. I asked he they knew of anywhere for karaoke. They didn't but they invited up to come back Tuesday when they have a gay quire that sing 15th century chants.