Train station. Hotel. No shower. A quick lamb kebab. Metro stairs down. Metro. Metro stairs up. And then there it was. I stepped out in the bright sun light from the dirty underground subway station and there was the stadium from antiquity. A life's goal accomplished in an immediate instant. I was pretty much silent until inside. I paid for the only guided tour I will take on this entire trip, for I didn't want to miss out on one fact or detail. My mind got away from me. I imagined myself as both spectator and participant below. Max asked me why if Rome was so great then why did it no longer exist. Greatness doesn't last I said. Never has, never will. It won't, but remnants will remain. The greatness of what was Rome remains in the form of a half crumbled stadium - the most infamous in all of sport. And I have now seen it, with my own eyes.
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Garcia Gladiators. A great pic.
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