After 23 hours of flying via Singapore and London, we arrived in Milano at 1045, Friday morning and caught a taxi to our hotel.  We got out of the taxi to the sounds of much “yelling and screaming”; a local was having a heated discussion with someone on the telephone outside of our Hotel, I didn’t need a translator to realise this guy was annoyed to say the least. This, on top of the 60 km taxi ride from the airport where our driver “Juan Manuel Fangio” talked on his mobile phone while weaving in and out of traffic, no indicators, (hands busy holding the phone!) speed limit signs were treated as the lower speed at which you travelled!  All this and a bit of tailgating thrown in, “Welcome to Milano”! Continue reading “MILANO”