We left Rome in the mid morning in a mad rush.
Alyce and Sarah had been in the line for the Sistine Chapel for over an hour and by the time it ticked over to 9am they were only just approaching the ticket booth.
They decided to flee and get back to the hostel as quickly as possible, and it turns out they timed their run perfectly.
We had to catch the 10.10am bus on the Roma Marche towards San Benedetto and it was 9.40am when we left the hostel.
Running for a bus isn't that difficult, but if you add to the task the need to speak another language and the fact that you don't know where you are supposed to be going, not to mention about 25 kilo's on your back, it takes a different meaning.
So there we were, sweat pouring off us running down the station looking for where you can buy the bus tickets, and it was 10.05 already........... we were in the Amazing Race.
We eventually found the place, and while I waited in line (it was 10.10) Sarah found the bus and worked out we could get a ticket once we were on.
We, now drenched in sweat, managed to find our own seats on the bus....... in fact it was almost as if people were moving so that we could have our own seat (but more likely so they wouldn't have to endure the 3 hour bus ride with our smell).
We arrived without any complications and picked up our home for the next 2 months, the Dr Who wicked Camper.
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