My route shown in red up to Milan, then light blue to Venice & by ferry Source: www.xpatathens.com |
So there I was, happily mooching around Venice: eating pasta, taking photos of gondolas (not riding in one for 80 Euros a pop, you understand) and thinking romantic thoughts on the bridges. But I had to leave at some stage. And so it was that I made my way across to the port to board my ship (sorry dad, vessel) to Patras in
A cheaper option - camp out on board |
"Maria from
We lazily sauntered on deck again where I marvelled at the pilot disembarking our huge ship back onto his speedboat. This entails a rather Bondlike manoeuvre whereby the smartly uniformed pilot climbs down a rope ladder at the side of our ship whilst the speedboat driver is maintaining the same speed alongside. Then the pilot reaches over and jumps onto the speedboat, we all cheer at him as he gives us a little salute/wave and says into the radio to the Captain "Thank you for visiting Italian waters" (actually, I don't think he really does that, but they do in Air Traffic Control towers, I've heard them: "Thank you for visiting Dutch (etc) airspace.") We are all cheering the fact he hasn't
Can you spy him creeping down the side of the ship? |
1) fallen in at high speed
2) been squashed against the side of the ship.
And so, with the old Milk Tray advert playing in my head (my British compatriots will remember this); my cabin mate and I head off for dinner.
Can you just about see him on the speedboat? |
Bye bye pilot |
Albania to the Port |
Italy to the Starboard side |
The journey until 5am the next morning (Wed 24th) continued much the same: taking photos, doing Sudoku and swapping life stories as well as slipping in and out of weird lucid sleep with odd dreams involving pilots of aeroplanes trying to steer our monolithic ship and failing, thus crashing into the Rialto Bridge (told you I have an overactive imagination).
Our first stop in
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And so here I am, back 'home.' This journey has been an incredible one: full of adventure, meeting characters of all sorts (remember the Italian guard on the Paris -
Enjoy the pictures interspersed here, this blog will close now and I hope you continue to follow my ongoing blog about life in Greece/Athens: www.leavingcairo.blogspot.com
Sunset leaving Igoumenitsa |
Oh, Dear me. I so wanted to say something positive, as Greece was one of my favorite places, but Patras . . .
ReplyDeleteMaybe I was just there at an impropitious time or had eaten a bad olive. I do remember I was ill and staying in a "C"-class hotel that had brown water coming out of the tap. And the anarchists were occupying some buildings.
Oh, well. That was some years ago and I am sure it is much nicer now.
Eventually, I will write about the time I spent in Greece, but anyone who has been there will probably find it completely unrecognizable.
Bex, how fascinating...and adventureous. I'd love to have that type of spirit but I'm really not spontaneous, however, my husband is the world traveler. He's a former military brat from his dad who was career air force so he has lived all over the world and loves it...thanks for stopping by!
ReplyDeleteHow interesting and such adventure!
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