Left Munich yesterday and made a two-hour stop in Innsbruk, Austria. It had the cleanest air I've ever breathed and one of the most spectacular spring views. Plenty of small shops and cafes, plus a little park, where you can sit outside under a blue sky surrounded by snow-capped mountains. I expect those pics to come out quite well.

Then it was off to Italy, where we arrived at our hotel in Noale around 6 p.m. Tought I was going to be in Venice? Me too. But I guess that's how Contiki makes these trips affordable, by settling the groups out of major cities and shuttling them in and out. The tour bus driver took a well-deserved night off, and we didn't really have many options, other than to drink at the hotel after dinner and hit the next-door club when it opened at midnight.

You would think that going to the club would be a no-brainer, but only about 10 (out of 41) of us went. The rest stayed at the hotel and got plastered. It was a typical club, with a mix or American and European dance music. It was also an Italian sausagefest, with guys outnumbering gals something like 5-1. I hope those 20 consecutive guys in the conga line were gay, because that's a miserable existence otherwise.

So that's my Robby Robot boring-ass report for the day. I'm seeing a lot of cool shit. Can't say it's been the wildest party experience in my life. There's about 10 people in the group who don't speak. One of the dudes is wearing the same t-shirt for what I think is the third day in a row, so that'll be fun to monitor. But they're all pleasant enough. Time to stroll through the shops of Venice. Ciao.