...firstly to Mark for missing his birthday night out. Again.
I also apologise to Matt for not blogging as much. That nigga loves a good blog.
Anyway.
To Bergamo. Was raining. Apart from times when I've got to the other place at night it's always been nicer in Scotland when I left. Italy, Jersey, Australia. Weird.
The hotel was right next to Bergamo stazione. That was handy. We sat in the room and looked out the window which showed us the beautiful Citta Alta. Caitlin wasn't impressed. The rustic old charms of Bergamo didn't sit with her well. Well her eyes liked them. The rest of her was fucked. Thanks to the big fucking hills. Her feet weren't impressed. She managed.
Furthermore we went out for our first Italian meal and I had some polenta and rabbit. It's weird how food the different gets as you travel around Italy but we'll get to that later.
Bergamo was a little dissapointing. There was a big thunderstorm and Caitlin had sore feet so it was difficult to enjoy. Also it was after the season had finished so I never got to see Atalanta.
We did walk the couple of miles to the Atleti D'Azzuri D'Italia to get a couple of photos of me outside the stadium with the brilliant graffiti and the beautiful stadium itself. (Saying that stadium is beautiful is like calling your mum beautiful. She might be ugly and decrepit but it's beautiful for you)
((However I still look to entering the Curva Pisani a good dozen times or so before I die which I can't say about my mother))
Anyway we got to the stadium, Caitlin putting up with her aching feet, only to find her camera was dead. We got one fucking picture and I value my balls to much to suggest walking back to the town centre and getting new batteries.
Ach well. Don't worry Bergamo. I shall return.
Onto Milan...the pics are up now by the way