Two prints on A4 paper. Liquids in themselves. Packed in the rucksack between two sheets of corrugated plastic held with brown packing tape
Baggage limits taken into account. Wise finance and smooth transition. Turns out they don’t sell peace onboard. Incessant rain since the landing. The drops down bus windows that people find emotional (in the right song). A joke about taking the weather with you (the British ice breaker). What they’re famous for with a knife and fork. Midnight walking the Vatican, no photographs for Mums. Drowning rats under the big wet and classical. Believing the term to ‘arch hop’ appropriate to hug the pillars cold. Three door hotel, questions of lions or beds - probably what dreams could be made of. Dreams made of mini kettles and plastic bars of soap (surprisingly no UHT). Black tea and toothpaste. Only to remember they were in the rucksack... And the ink’s bled through. Should have used more tape.