Sicily: The Return...

Getting off the ferry at Palermo was true comedy. All the lorry trailers sandwiched in the cars/ vans except for a narrow passage. But most of them had to be unloaded by the buzzing little tractor wagons as opposed to just be driven off. All of the final cars loaded the night before were facing the wrong way, so multi point turns were the only option to start to allow egress. Horns blared, ferry staff shouted and gestured, passengers were generally confused and getting short tempered after a night of being crammed into spaces too small and smelly to sleep in, or in my case, first full volume football on TV followed by the crazy person who thought he was funny shouting and running around at 4am followed up with some sleep next to a droning fridge.

Passport Control and Customs followed, so queues of cars in the cool morning air, all waiting to get let out back into normal life like caged criminals after years in a cell. 

En route to the exit, I passed the Gremaldi office, so stopped to book my ferry for Sardaigne. Sunday morning 7am check in for the only ferry running. £102 one way. 

Once out in Palermo, it was typical Italian craziness. Fuel prices have gone up but the sun is still shining. I decided it was time for a bed and a shower. So a search brought up a hotel just outside of Palermo, with a sea view and everything I needed. I checked in for Friday & Saturday night. Then slept for 4 hours to catch up on the previous nights loss.