Its 7.00am on the morning of the big Venice Street Orienteering Race.

Four anxious Legends of Street O had a restless night, buoyed by our performances in the Park O event the previous day, we were expecting great things.  All four of us got round in good times and few mistakes, even me still weakened by Mustapha’s Revenge, although by now I should be calling it Marco’s Revenge.

“Debbie”, wailed Ian, “Why are my feet wet?”

“It’s the acqua alta Ian, it doesn’t hurt and it will get better soon”

Peering out of the window of our apartment confirmed the worst. Not only was it raining but there was 10cms of water in Calle Zotti.

When Calle Zotti became Canal Zotti

Muttering a few jokes about being trapped for weeks we have all gone back to bed, after all Ian has 2kgs of Toblerone he bought on special at Zurich airport.

Now if only the blasted Campanile would shut up I might be able to go back to sleep.

Peter.

9am update.

The water has risen, and so have we.

The water has risen

There is nothing like a foot of water inside the front door to get you out of bed.

inside the front door

The pronto start today is 9.30am and the tide is at 145cm.  We are tardy at 12.30pm and every one splashing past says it will go down in an hour, but they have been saying it for at least an hour.

Debbie is preparing this evening’s blog under the title, Hell or High water, so I guess it means we are going.

Peter