What can be said?
The morning began with about a hundred 'up-for-it' bright-eyed and bushy-tailed Stigs in a running (and violent) water pistol battle... and ended with a lot of bleary-eyed (no relation to Hazel) grizzled rallyists convening on a little bar in the arse-end of Viterbo for a series of arguments about the cost of the pizzas and the lack of beer... one hell of a day.
Tomorrow...? Rome!... The Colay-see-um... and Russell Crowe (an Australian with a penchant for playing Englishmen) tackling a few Lions (mostly African with a penchant for eating Englishmen and Australians) to the jeers of a hundred motoring (mostly) Englishmen (and women) hellbent of making fools of themselves... anyway; here's to today, Day 3...
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