There could be several reasons why I apparently left myself loitering on the polished marble steps of the cruise terminal in slightly exotic Bari, mingling with the glitterati but the simple truth is that I'm rather embarrassed about where I ended up next! It really was not planned. Honest.
The fact is that I was only 'bouncing off' Bari because there's no direct ferry to Greece, so one has first to hop over from Dubrovnik (Croatia) , Bar (Montenegro) or Durres (Albania) to Bari in Italy and then bounce back across the Adriatic to a little place called Igoumenitsa, which is just in Greece, is surrounded by some very high mountains and has regular, inexpensive ferries leaving to Corfu, just a few miles across the bay. So that's where I went.
It gets worse. After a lightly alcoholic lunch in downtown Corfu I put my mind to the question of accommodation and bethought me that maybe the island had a rugged and stripped down youth hostel where I could chill out. Yes and no.
The name says it all: Pink Palace. It's on Facebook and at www.pinkpalace.com. Be very embarrassed for me. In its defence I should point out that it is not expensive and that I have my own little room. When I arrived, it was Halloween Party night (every night is party night...) and hundreds of young darlings were dressing up, ready for late nite party games and fun fun fun. I muttered my excuses and went to bed early.
[A couple of days' later]
To add further to the surreal nature of this place, I now appear to be the only resident! All the many dozens of americans have faded quietly away and I had to almost beg that the remaining staff not to serve me a meal on my own - couldn't we eat together? Most of the staff are planning to leave in the next few days so my pink period will come to a natural end. There is also a ferry strike planned for this week in response to government austerity measures so moving on could be interesting...
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