Shower time

Just another bathroom shot at the Villa dei Bosconi. I have to say that by this stage I had wearied of the mosquito problems, so I asked for one of the plug in gizmos to repel the blighters from reception. I had spent the whole of the previous night sitting up with a towel in hand (the hotel was one of those that only had those special flatweave Italian towels rather than fluffy 'towelling' ones) looking for the mosquitos that had lately assaulted my ears (literally - they get in close and personal) in order to swat them. Every single one I swatted during the night revealed that it had previously had its dinner. Ugh.

Not a good night.