From the Top of the Tower: Roma's Big Rig.

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Roger didn't have much work this week and that was a good thing because he got sick and spent his time being miserable instead. I, on the other hand, spent three days in my actual physical workplace and couldn't imagine how I ever managed to work full time what with all the concentrating that was required, not to mention dressing properly and talking to real people and having to use swipe cards to go through doorways.  When I wasn't working I was busy appreciating the fine cooking skills of all my friends, drinking tea and coffee, and having a jolly good catch up with everyone. The end result of working, socialising, and being sick was that we only had one day to rummage through our storage shed for the stuff we needed. This proved unexpectedly difficult because when we packed our stuff away we didn't think about any future rummaging, so I spent a ridiculous amount of time playing packing carton Tetris to find the boxes I needed, and then discovering that what I was rummaging for must be in other boxes, and eventually giving up and deciding that if I hadn't needed something for nearly two years I didn't need it now.

I have too much stuff.
 

Out in Roma World not much had changed in two years, with the notable exception of a tower being built at the Big Rig tourist attraction (as distinct from the Big Rig Caravan Park, which is not a tourist attraction) so that one could experience Roma from the perspective of the top of the big oil/gas rig.  Well there's nothing like a good high tower to tempt me so off I went to climb to the top.

"Hmm" said Roger.  "That's a bit high.  Let me know if the view is worth it."

 
"It is!"


I bounced around the top of the tower and took heaps of photos of Roma stretched out below me.


By the time we'd finished all this climbing towers and looking at views (or in Roger's case catching the lift up to the top and staying a comfortable distance away from the edge) it was time to pack the car up for an early getaway tomorrow morning and then hop back on the tea-and-cake bandwagon for a spot more socialising.

Last light over Roma.  Tomorrow we go south.


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