Not unlike the previous day, we started off by walking to the apartment, where we were yet again told off for the night before.Claire looks really unimpressed here, but she was actually in a cheerful mood!
Once again, MacDonalds was not an option.
The window was though.
Joe, on the walk to Arsenale.
Ashleigh, in pretty much the only posed photo I got of her.
Passing through St. Mark's again.
Pete, and a very tired looking Tom.
All the beggars in Venice sit like this. There's something a lot more respectful about this, when considered against the ones in England, who'll just walk up and demand change.
In Arsenale. These were incredible.
The detail involved was immense.
This is from a series, all featuring the same doll in different situations.
This was hand drawn. Enough said really.
Each face represented an American serviceperson killed in Afghanistan and Iraq. I'm really not into the whole "anti-American political art" idea, but this was clever in both its subject and presentation.
Pictures could never do justice to how impressive these were.
This was inside the African pavillion. The audience were invited to draw their own pictures on a large book, an image of which was then projected onto the wall.
The moment Will briefly realised his dream of one day becoming Godzilla.
The skyline was actually made of old speakers. Neat, eh?
There was something disturbingly beautiful about these.
This was an installation representing fashion terrorism in modern society. It took us forever to figure that out.
The video screens distorted and blurred every few seconds, making them even creepier.
No smoking! (I think).
I guess these were old fuel storage tanks for the docks outside.
The docks were scarily deep.
"How about I do a supermodel pose, and you get a picture of the reflection?"
One of the many Venetian palaces. These are at the end of like, every other street. Crazy.
I passed this on several occasions, but I still couldn't show you where it is on the map.
The Mexican pavillion. Audience participation on a whole new level.
The wall here was actually a huge radio, and each person's body represented the needle, if you like. So if you stood in certain places, you could pick up radio stations, and if you ran around, it made a whole host of crazy sounds.
You could even change the volume, depending on how big the shadows were!