Boston Hotel Bari

As it turns out, filling that day wasn't so much of a problem.... we tootled out of town, found a beach, wandered about & looked at the boats; tootled back, found somewhere to eat, had a chat with a few Brits and - hey presto! - before you knew it, time for bed! But the one on board was a bit more of a challenge... all 13 hours of it! BIG ...

... the best for overall feelgood factor.


Grotesque
Natsuo Kirino
purchased in Paris
completed in Milan
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This was a miserable read. As discussed earlier, that might have as much to do with the circumstances under which I read it as the text itself. I found it in a small Parisian bookstore near Les Halles, desperate to fill the vacuum created when ...

... down for the night. Some people were sleeping on the deck. There was a pool, which people were using already and a Ala carte restaurant and a Self service one. Dan and I got a drink and claimed a seating area and a few other found us until we had 8 chairs or so. We were almost too afraid to get up in fear of losing them! We went in shifts to have dinner at the self service restaurant. We went around 7.30pm and had tortelli ...

The most surprising thing I found before leaving England was that no one even know where Basilicata was! Even friends who thought they knew Italy well weren't aware of Basilicata as its not very well known. On the plane from Stansted, most of the English people we spoke were going on holiday to visit family or friends and most were staying in Puglia, not Basilicata.


If you're planning to visit Basilicata, you will defintely ...

... also on the train (we ended up seeing them again later). They were an Australian couple.

We took our final train to Bari. When we got there we ran into 3 other back packers who happened to be from (believe it or not) SPOKANE, WASHINGTON!!! Unbelievable.

We took a bus to the ferry terminal, booked our ferry ride. Went back to the city for dinner and to get food for ...

This is where Pietro, an old Italian guy, jumped into Bruce and navigated us to the trulli. He saved us from a traffic jam in the narrow streets of Puglia.

Pete was also called Pietro while in Italy. :-)

Trullo comes from the Greek word, "tholos" – meaning “dome”. See the pictures of the wee houses.

We found the Belvedere pub here too - also the name of our local in Aus – meaning “beautiful view”. It was beautiful.

... be a road but is now a huge market and a little bit of road. I suffer the first ding to my car, nothing serious I had an altercation with a very high sticky out kerb, normally I don't do things like that, but in a narrow street I had to make a split second decision as some crazy Italian woman, pushed her precious cargo of pushchair laden with the future family genes into a very small space I was about to occupy. Baby or car? My conscience could only do one ...

... far too busy for him, bit too busy for us too but we still had a little stroll and a delicious icecream from a gelateria. We got up at bout 6 and moved the van, took advantage of being up early to have a walk around. It was so quiet. We took pictures of the sights without hundreds of other bodies in the way J Such a different place to the night before. A night in another hilltop fort town - Ostuni. Where the Italian's were all out watching the football semi final on a big screen in the ...