Day 50. Bar to Bari

Let's face it: there's still something rather exotic about travel by sea. For some reason, most of my ferry journeys have started in the evening and, try though you may, it's hard not to be at least slightly impressed by the sight of a port lit up at night. 

There are all sorts of foreign lorries whizzing about and car drivers with interesting number plates, often anxious that they'll be left behind - especially when the bloody cyclist just jumps to the front of the queue and gets waved through! (How annoyed would they be to learn that bikes get carried for nothing?)

I've travelled all the way from Bar in Montenegro to Bari in Italy, just hopping across the sea and added an 'i'. But, as you'd expect from Italy, their port was just a little bit more exotic than its Montenegian namesake, partly because the restaurants were better and partly because  it had a visiting cruise ship, all white and lit by strings of fairylights. 

 

Glamorous people probably don't do plastic bags

While waiting for my next departure, I indulged in a bit of people watching, as the glamorous and youthful passengers returned with armfuls of souvenirs and exotic presents after a day exploring the town. Unfortunately I had also chosen to spread out my extensive  selection of tatty  plastic bags along the polished granite steps in search of the tin cup from which I eat my muesli! Posh eh? "Ooh look darling: it's some sort of local bazaar....oh, maybe not. Just some bizarre man."