Milan 18/7

Massa to Milan 18/7 - 6bed dorm Zebra Hostel

Woke up pretty hung-over, and Evan had slept in. I showered, packed up my gear and went down stairs to the lobby. Sat on the couch for a good 2-3hours restoring my iPhone and organising my trip to Milan. Eventually I made my way out of the hotel after having a free hotel buffet lunch, and bussed up to the station. I had to wait a good half hour as I just missed the train, so I listened to my Italian audio tapes.

It was close to a 7hour journey to Milan, but once I arrived I witnessed a lot of Milan’s beauty straight away, everything was big with high ceilings and artwork. The station alone was pretty amazing.

I found my way out of the station to the subway, where I found a tram map and roughly worked out which tram I needed. However, I didn’t know where it started. A lady told me to jump on this old heritage listed tram that should have been on a rubbish dump. With my iPhone having internet now I straight away confirmed my suspicions and was headed the wrong way… a compass would have done the same thing *sigh* (RIP Compass).

But as I was starting to freak out again, I saw the No. 9 tram I needed to catch, ran back and caught it to the right stop, near my hostel, with the help of almost every Italian on the tram.

I checked in and met some Poms in my room, then I showered and went to get some dinner with a hire bike that a girl in the hostel told me to book online for the next day’s exploring.
I had my first Italian pizza and freaked about my hire bike being stolen the whole time.

When I got back to the hostel there was 3 girls, all dolled up, standing out front of the hostel to the right of the entry where there was a bar/club.

I spruced up and went out the front of the club, and said hello to the girls. They immediately realised I was Australian and lost their minds. The Swede, Stella, said I should come in for a drink, which I did, then after a few minutes chatting to both her and Margherita, she invited us up to her apartment for a swim in her pool. I couldn’t refuse, so Margherita, Stella and I, left the club and went upstairs, even though Marge should have been working. 

The pool was a blue blow up pool like the $80 one I bought years ago, but I didn’t mind. Stella insisted we drink more, although she was already way drunk after being caught stealing drinks from behind the bar downstairs, and somehow managed to steal a beer minutes later, somehow not getting kicked out.
We drank the champagne, and played mini table football back in the bar. I let Margherita win, whilst Stella kept losing the ball on the floor and proceeded to hit on this Canadian guy Carter. The bar soon closed at 2am and I had an early rise the next day so I went back to my hostel room and found the pommy guys already passed out.