On the second day, after a pretty horrid 'breakfast', those of us staying in the hotel were herded together and walked down to the apartments to meet up with everyone else, where we were all promptly told off for the previous night's activities.
There's a bar on the left here. During the day you'd think it was an abandoned shop or something, but at night it got packed out with locals, who stood in the street and drank wine.
In the queue for the Vaporetto.
Wayyyy too bright.
Waiting for the boat.
Everyone loves window reflections.
Pete fell asleep on the boat. We mutually agreed he'd partied the hardest and longest the night before.
Passing St. Mark's square.
Will and Justin.
The entrance to Giardini, where the main part of the Biennale is held.
Francis had a thing about jumping into photos with a thumbs-up. Nobody minded.
The Swiss pavillion.
Inside the Swiss pavillion. If you went up the ramps, you could sit on the top of the slope and watch a REALLY odd video.
The other part. These prints were awesome.
Inside the Venezuelan pavillion. I think these pieces were done on window frames. We weren't sure though.
The Russian pavillion. This was a big video installation. I tried to get photos, but none came out, so you'll have to make do with the lovely sign.
No photos can justify how insane this was. It was like being in a psychedelic kaleidoscope.
The shared pavillion of Norway, Finland and Sweden (I think that's right).
The Korean pavillion.
The artist combines archeological techniques with artistic ones to produce his own extinct species, complete with skeletons.
More of the Korean pavillion.
The Japanese pavillion, with paving stones from the Hiroshima railway station.
The German pavillion.
Although aesthetically really good, none of us could quite define the purpose of this.
The Canadian pavillion.
This one really was good. The pictures don't really show just how alive and busy it all felt.
The GB pavillion (woo!).
I gotta admit, I wasn't terribly impressed. Some of the pieces - the paintings especially - were great, and I understood it all, but there just wasn't much that made me go "ooh!".
The French pavillion was my favourite.
The artist asked loads of people to interpret an email in whatever way they chose. Some people took photos. Some made videos. Some (like the one above) annotated it and tried to understand it all.
Someone wrote a poem.
Someone even made a piece of music. Impressive stuff.
"Repubblica Ceca E Repubblica Slovacca". Yeah.
It was hard to look at the human form in a box without thinking of various gangster movies.
The Israeli pavillion lacked diversity, but what it had was awesome.
See what I mean?
Steph. It takes ages to convince her to be in a photo.
This was in a courtyard area by the bar/snacks area. It's like, an entire favela constructed by brick-like boxes, complete with a stadium and everything.
The Italian pavillion was BIG.
I can't remember who did all of these (I should have written it down but didn't. Useless, I know).
In a strange way, this was a bit scary.
The Serbian pavillion. These drawings were the basis for several big sculptures that adorned the hall.
La Biennale Di Venezia!
The walk back.
Charlene and Tom.
That street really was that narrow.
Will made friends with some Americans.and had an icecream,
and met the locals (with Francis).
It was getting to the evening by this point.
Bridge of Sighs.
St. Mark's square.
We went up the tower.
and caught the sunset.
As it got darker, photos became almost impossible.
Listening to the quartets playing in the square from the top of the tower was pretty good though.
By the time we left - or rather got asked to leave, as it was closing time - there was only me, Ashleigh, Will, Max and Francis left up there. It was pretty beautiful.
Back down on ground level, it was time for some ground shots.
"Wow! I can still see!". I can't remember why this photo was so important at the time.
More blurry people.
Me and Ashleigh's two-hour wander around Venetian backstreets.
We found the Rialto bridge kinda by accident.
From one side.
From the other side.