Palace 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 ...

... depends as much on whether it was in 15 increments twice a day on the tube, on whether your friend (over)hyped it up, whether it's part of a class or something you picked up on a whim, whether it's hot out or work is kicking your ass, whether you're embarassed to be seen holding the book in question, whether you know the writer or the subject matter.<br><br>Hornby's approach was to embrace all that contextual ...

... thinking they may give us a glass or two, but how wrong could we be... they instead asked us how much we wanted... we through the esky onto the bar and said can you fill this!! They just smiled and said 'of course'.... things are starting to look up in the hunt for ice in europe!!<br><br>Once in port we boarded the bus again and maid our way to Athens to meet up with extra people who will be joining us on our cruise through the greek islands!<br><br>Until Athens...

... 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 coastal resorts in August - the idea of travelling somewhere quiet and undiscovered was very appealing.<br>We passed very few cars on the journey to Matera, which was actually rather refreshing having spent last summer trying to get away from the over-crowded tourist resorts.<br><br>As the road headed up to the mountains, we passed ancient hilltop towns and villages clinging to rocky limestone plateaus. Often seeming more Greek than ...

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.<br><br>Pete was also called Pietro while in Italy. :-)<br><br>Trullo comes from the Greek word, "tholos" &#8211; meaning &#8220;dome&#8221;. See the pictures of the wee houses.<br><br>We found the Belvedere pub here too - also the name of our local in Aus &#8211; meaning &#8220;beautiful view&#8221;. It was beautiful.

... is so close and they have approached behind so fast that between mirror checks you have missed their arrival, comes as quite a shock at regular intervals. Today I was thinking that all this time driving in Italy I haven't seen any accidents, that was one thought to soon! One after another I see warning signs of accidents ahead, it all happens on Saturday. Where possible the emergency services perform a swoop and scoop operation, it seems if there ...

... Parking doesn't appear to correspond to any sort of order or rules. There isn't a single tourist around (hey, that's a good thing, right?) and the infrastructure isn't the least bit set up to cater to them. The centro storico is dirty, sun-baked and baffling to get around in, and an awful lot of police seem to be lurking around waiting for something bad to happen. But at the same time, that same old town is fascinating to wander ...

... blackened and plastered rooftop That must have certainly been stolen From somewhere. The leftover rubble of some Unimportant civilization. I must be invisible to the dogs, Which is fine by me. They seem only interested In the adventure Of secrecy. And continue to look behind them As if being followed. A Winded-man then Enters the greenery, Shackled with two leashes, Whistling.

I made the move, and have decided to try and make my way to Greece, namely Crete. Spending the last days of my trip lounging on the white sandy beaches of the Greek Isles doesn't sound like a bad way to cap off the trip. There were other things involved in the decision making process, I must admit, namely the girl I flipped over in Morocco. V. She sent me an email yesterday ...