The first Italian birthday party I went to, turned out not to be a birthday party. I had risked life and limb to procure Valeria a birthday present. And it wasn't even her birthday. Bottle of Tequila safely stashed in my backpack; I manoeuvred my bike over the pedestrian crossing. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the car had no intention of stopping. Fortunately, months of experience avoiding elderly ladies and young children in the streets of Rimini had prepared me. I pulled the front brake, firmly. My back wheel lifted ... BAAAM. The back wheel swung out to the left. This time like Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible. I managed to stay on the bike. In the end, only minor damage to the bike and I cycled away unscathed. His car has a nice ding in the front. A couple of drinks and I decided to take a cab to the birthday that wasn't. Warning, this post contains adult content.
A pool party in a pool the size of a hot tub. The previous pool (last years party) had sprung a leak, sending soapy water down the street, resulting in the paying a visit to the party.
My host, the fiery Vale ... and partner in crime, Gio Blonde.
"I don't want to get wet in the rain."
This season's Italian rainwear.
Meanwhile, Gio is out on the streets taunting the police ...
The after party for the birthday that wasn't was held at La Brezza...
A desperate reveller holding out for the only toilet in La Brezza aka poligono di tiro (The Shooting Range).
And if that wasn't enough, I decided to nurse a hangover on the beach.
It appears this guy had the same idea until his friend found him and woke him.
And this guy...
And this guy...
"What would you like between your pizza signore?"
Three colours brown ... the middle one is working on it.
"Nothing to see here. We're trained professionals. Carry on about your business.You funny looking guy in a white speedo."