So, it turns out I have a new favourite place in the world. The Colosseum! It’s epic! I mean, the feeling and sense of the history of the place is unbelievable. The memories that echo from it from the depths of history are unreal. This does, however, mean a serious consideration was given to relegating my previous favourite place in the world which has now become simply my favourite place in the UK. And it remains secret! My trip to Rome comes from a desire to see as many places as I can and have as many adventures as I can, as soon as I can. The idea of visiting 30 countries before you’re 30 is very romantic and provocative, but I don’t think I’ll achieve that. In the past year I’ve done Germany (but I’d already been to Germany so that didn’t really count), Morocco, France (also doesn’t count), The Netherlands (also doesn’t count!), and now Rome. Next up is Iceland, unless I squeeze something in before hand, and then Australia. This means that before I’m 30 I still won’t have visited 30, but I’m still on the case to get to as many places as I can! I’ve just glanced up and reminded myself that this post is entitled ‘Rome’ so I’d better get back on topic. My trip to Rome was the bargain price of £55 for flights (Ryanair) and €70 accommodation (Piazza Ragussa), then €8 for transfers, €15 for a 3 day travel card, and a couple of entry fees on top. It’s turning out cheaper to travel than I’d anticipated. The problems began, though, when I realised that I didn’t actually know any Italian other than ‘pizza’, ‘espresso’, and ‘birra’. Oh, and ‘ciao’! Not very useful! But I survived. Just about! The public transport system was interesting to negotiate. There are suburban trains, which aren’t much use in the city, and 2 metro lines. These 2 lines intersect the city but don’t give you many options. The buses just kind of go where they fancy, and the tram timetables and routes are nigh on impossible to decipher for a non-Roman such as myself. That meant my feet became my trusty mode of transport! And they deserve a medal! My first port of call, naturally, was the thing I recognise from countless history books, films, and ancient stories – The Colosseo. My hotel kindly told me how to get there, beating the transport system! When I saw it I was overpowered by awe. This thing is nearly 2,000 years old and still standing strong. I could see that it provides an infinite number of photographic opportunities, yet unfortunately they had wrapped half of the taller side in scaffolding for renovation so I had to be quite imaginative.