When travelling in Switzerland, way back at the start of this trip, there was discussion about the various meanings of 'Gondola'. When I hear the word I think of the water based ones, not the cable-car things, nor the shop shelves. And now when I think of gondolas, I will think of Venice, in the rain. After a crappy day of not being able to bungy jump we got into Venice at about 8pm and caught bus 82 from right outside the station. 'Bus' 82 is actually a boat (they all are of course) and it gave us a great tour of the city before crossing San Marco's bay to the hostel. Despite the Full sign in the window they gavce us room and we went off to seperate dorms (girls and guys shouldn't mix in Venice apparently).

   It rained during the night, and continued to drizzle during the day. But It is still a totally unique city and still very beautiful place. I've taken a metric truckload of photos and need to find a CD burning place pronto. San Marco's square was impressive, but not to the extent that the Lonely Planet claimed. We crossed the famous Ponte Rialto and really liked it. A few hours later after wandering around and eating pizza it got dark and I took even more photos before crossing the bay and heading back to the hostel.