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My honeymoon has been extended.

This wasn't by choice. Not my choice, anyway. This decision was made by the folk at Easyjet.

We came back to our hotel this afternoon to discover an email from Orange Airways to tell us that Sunday's flight had been cancelled due to a cabin crew strike. I'm not sure why they wanted to inform us of their staff's bowling ability, but whatever the reason, we couldn't get back.

Thank God we checked our email. If we hadn't, we wouldn't have known until we got the airport.

The earliest flight they could give us initially was Thursday. After a good deal of pushing on the phone, they eventually offered us one on Tuesday instead, agreeing to reimburse our additional food and accommodation costs when we get back.

Other than that, today has been nice. This morning, we ventured up the Campanile; one of the few Venetian structures visible on flying into Venice (without any undue squinting, that is).


I also ingested an outsized ice cream...


...spotted an example of cross-species volleyball...


...and a very worried-looking postbox.



Oh, and yesterday evening we went out on a gondola. It was the perfect time to do it, as it was so much cooler than during the day. The sky looked very dramatic. Take a look for yourself.



My blogs are starting to resemble Uncle Travelling Matt's postcards in Fraggle Rock. That's my niche reference for the day.


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