We spent tuesday sorting out the scrapping of Sharkey, the morning was a frantic rush to sort out the recovery and load all our our stuff back into the car, as we'd emptied it in case it got towed in the night. Eventually it was all done so Tim and I sat around drinking expresso and waiting for the breakdown people while Dean caught a taxi to the other side of town to get the One Way Ticket. Gabrielle was our extremly enthusiastic driver, who we got on really well with (turned out we were both fluent in Point & Shout). As soon as we managed to translate Point & Shout into GPS co-ordinates we txt'd Dean the location of the scrappy and he met us their in the new 320 (Big thanks to Jon and the rest of the team for the replacement car).
Sharkey's final resting place, Im still tempted to fly out with a starter and a set of spanners!
Gabrielle
While we were there, we found out where the scooters go to die.Once we'd managed to cram the stuff from the 6 into the 320 we decided it was too late to see the sights of Rome and set off towards Florence, surprisingly everything just about fitted ok in the 320. The trip up to Florence was uneventful, thou I was disappointed that we didnt pass through the red-light district in rome again, as I had the camera ready this time! Once we got to the campsite, things got a little more interesting, as the car had been getting hotter and hotter as we went up the hill until we stopped and spotted the steam coming from the bonnet.
I took about another 50 shots like this, but theyre mostly dull, florence is full of american tourists.
Apparently this is really famous.
After a few hours wandering around town it started tipping down really hard, so we went to the Irish bar.
