Alexandros Hotel Kassiopi

... our room (please note the word "us". Since leaving Tanzania humans of the female sex have been pretty much invisible. I nearly blushed at the sudden attention of being addressed as a human). Our cabin door magically unlocks by pushing our ferry tickets into a slot. Very cool all this sudden technology. Marvin and I try to keep our composure when we see the cabin and then whoop in unison. Not only are there white sheets and soft down blankets on the ...

... of the Paleo Frourio, an old Venetian fort. That was pretty cool. Then, late this afternoon we went through the Archaeological Museum. We didn't spend much time here since it was close to closing time and we were all tired from the water park.

That evening though we ate at our first authentic Greek taverna, we found one playing Greek music ...

... bumped and pushed and cut in front of and argh. It's like, ya'll, we're going to the same place. Relax. We're going to get there. Ugh. But, I'm trying to forgive and be forgiven. But I have to admit I've cursed like 19 of them prior to the whole forgiving thing.

Tonight was our first formal night. It was really fun. I absolutely loved seeing all the older folks dressed up. So many of them went all out with tuxes, or 'old-person' ruffled suits and bow ties. And ...

We are on the MSC Musica at present cruising the Mediterranean. The blog is being written on the 13th floor of the ship with unobstructed views through floor to ceiling glass for as far as the eye can see.

Embarkment was at Bari – a city that will certainly have a claim to fame, but having been spoilt so far with the places visited, we put Bari into the run down, tied and not a necessary stop while in Italy category. The ship is huge; it ...

We had a whole day of just hanging around Corfu town so we went for some breakfast and then picked up our laundry and popped back to the hotel to pack our bags. The weather is not so good today raining and a little cloudy so for the most part of the day we just mooched about shops and did some stuff on the internet. The batteries in the camera keep going so as soon as we can get some good ones then we will post the pictures.

As it was the friday before the ...

... they spend a lot of time relaxing, because they live on an island. I have only one dislike. The water was too cold and dirty for my taste, but there are a lot of swimming pools around, so I didn't need to swim in the open. This journey was a fun journey and I will never forget it.

My heart leapt when I eventually reached Kassiopi on the north-east corner. With a view of Albania, this pretty harbour-village is beautiful, and at the western end of an arc of coastline which goes around the north-east of the island and is by far the most interesting, lush and under-developed ...

... want, drink all you want, but never bring that **** into here" (thought they were dealing)
-stripped naked in room, searched, smacked around
-Mikey told to tell people he was asking about a job at the hostel if anyone asks why the men went to their room
-free drinks the rest of the night so that they didn't call the cops
-shortly after telling story, Mikey reveals that he frequently wets the bed and had done to the previous night

... pretty cute (finally in Albania I have hit cute boys!) but, 1. I don't like coffee. 2. It's probably different in his culture, but in mine, that's a first date. 3. He speaks almost no English. What would we do? Stare into each other's eyes lovingly? I decline and quickly find a cab and disappear, leaving heaps of awkwardness behind me. Perhaps that's tacky, but sticking around would have involved a lot more nervous laughter before an ending could be reached. Besides, there are ...

... abundance. Passing these by I set off up a narrow street on a hill towards the old part of the town. By the time I had reached the area I was looking for the streets had cleared but for the occasional drunk. But it was good-natured drunkenness, in most cases just a holidaymaking couple staggering back from some bar or taverna. There was no air of threat about the place. Becoming lost in the maze of streets and unfamiliar with their Greek names, I asked a woman in a ...