I’m quite forgetful, I forget a lot of things, a lot of the time. My entire family thinks everything I own should have some kind of locating device attached to it, so that at a click of a button, the device would emit loud alarming sounds that’d lead me to its location. Especially my glasses – I misplace it all the the time in fact, I’ve lost it for good this time – anyone seen it around the house? It’s that bad – I probably should eat more fruits (carrots? do they increase brain efficiency? beetroots maybe, they look like extra blood for my brains).
I think that because of this possibly incurable disease of mine, I’d better write about my travels in case 1. I go there again without wanting to go there again 2. I want to go to a place again but can’t remember how to get to that place 3. because I really really want my memories to be vivid, even the smallest of details to be written down. I hate it when I have zero recollection of a good memory… my sister always does that to me when it comes to childhood memories and she’d go wide-eyed, slightly rolling – “KAK! How can YOU NOT remember how we used to (insert important and happy childhood memory*??!!” I really hate myself when that happens, thus I’m creating a series of travel stories to help me with the re-narrating. It’s called the Roaming the World Series, which will start of with the city which the husband loves most.
One of the reasons I decided to include Venice as part of our European travels is because for the sake of photographs. Everything I imagined about Venice, I thought had to be captured on film – cause each sight and experience appeared so postcard-worthy. But everything you see/do when you travel feels the same way right? But Venice just seemed too postcard and for that very reason, I knew I had to go there. Coupled with the fact that the one time I was there with family when I was a teeny tod, my late dad’s camera zonked out on us and as a result of that, I have no pictures of Venice and because of my lame memory problem – I don’t even have a single momentary snapshot of not even a gondolier.
I just remember vaguely my late dad’s face when I threw my cone of vanilla ice cream onto his shirt and face because I was a spoilt brat who was denied of her gondola experience. Tsk tsk, as it turns out – I grew up and only eat chocolate ice cream. As an adult who actually has to pay stuff on her own, the prices one has to fork out for 45 minutes cruising through the waterways – with the possibility of having a fat, unhandsome striped-shirted man belting Italiano tunes – was enough to put me off from paying that 100 Euros. Dad, I feel you now.
Instead, we went public. So public, that we hopped onto their water taxis without paying at all. Whoo hoo! Actually, we did want to pay for it but had no clue how so we found ourselves in a water taxi with no machines to buy tickets from and soon after, so breathless we were with the landscapes of Venice during sunset – we just kinda forgot to pay for the ride.
See that little booth-like stop in the centre of the picture – that’s where we boarded our joyride that lasted a good hour, for free!
Travelling with the locals – it was interesting cause everyone was staring at the two Asians busy taking photographs with their mouths agape.
All excited when we sailed past our hotel, Hotel Principe. It faces the Grand Canal and its historic location was something we were looking out for when searching for a hotel there. Well, and the to-die-for romantic view from its windows too scored major points.
I know every one and everything written on Venice for the first-time traveller to Venice requires one to take the gondola ride but trust me, water taxis are better and cheaper and definitely too underrated a transportation.
WHY YOU SHOULD TAKE WATER TAXIS
- It’s cheap and you might not even have to pay for it.
- Unlike the overcharged and overhyped gondola rides, you can sail on it as long as you want, take as many pictures as y0u want without the 45-minutes time quota you might have pressuring you when on a gondola.
- Drifting through the canals in a gondola screams romance… two lovers snuggling together drinking champagne, kissing and looking at each other dreamily. Maybe make babies after the ride. Forget that image, gondoling in Venice, especially during summer means that each gondola is packed to the brim meaning – it’s not just the two of you and if it’s not your lucky day, you’d get tourists who are noisy and snapping pictures of everything all the time. Is that how you want to soak in the sights?
- People look at you ALL the time when you’re in a gondola, don’t for once think that it’s because they’re green-eyed. They are more likely to be thinking, “SUCKERS! You paid that much for that piece of wooden thang!”
- Water taxis can be bumpy, and I think it just adds to the authenticity of the experience.
- At every stop, people hop on and hop off and most of them are locals so you get a taste of how’d it’d be if you were living there. You feel more immersed in the locality of things there, for a moment – you can imagine yourself not as a cliched tourist but someone who might be on her way to work as a painter, or sculptor. Or a nude model. Let your imagination run free.
- Did I already mention you might not even have to pay for it?
- Oh, and if you’re lucky you get a really hot Italiano chick as the boat person who anchors the boat to shore at every stop. Wouldn’t you rather have that to ogle rather than a tardy stripey (possibly beer-bellied) man paddling you really slow through Venice?
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