18.09.2019 - 20.09.2019 26 °C
We spent a happy day swimming in the sea, eating drinking and reading on the beach. Its the end of the main tourist season in Italy but still in the high 20's, so fine for us Brits!
The next day we donned the rucksacks ( in a thunderstorm!) and took the bus to the ferry terminal. We used left luggage again and set off to explore the old City of Bari with its winding narrow streets, old churches and a Basilica , hand made pasta drying outside the houses, ancient port and fishing boats. A delightful place to stroll. It is rather a maze of streets and alleys, my watch told me that in the old city we had we walked 9.5 km!
Then back to the ferry terminal to collect the luggage and board the boat, only we had left the luggage at the wrong terminal, meaning another walk adding to the kms walked in the old town. We weren't the only ones who made that mistake so we walked in a crowd of mainly "20 something" backpackers with incredibly long legs!
The boat journey of about 18 hours was calm and restful. The ferry was busy with quite a few people sleeping on the decks or in the lounge, (we had booked a cabin) and a large party of Russian Orthodox tourists and priests. Turns out that the cathedral in Bari, San Nikolas, is an important place of pilgrimage for the Russian Orthodox and that the budget route is via Corfu. Our boat stopped at Corfu at 4 am, I didn't leave my bunk to look for the Durrells, but when we awoke the ferry had half emptied and so we were able to enjoy a very peaceful sail to Patras.
Fending off the awaiting taxi drivers we took the bus from the port, right outside the terminal, to the central bus station (1 Euro). All very civilised!
One of our fellow travellers had also taken the train from London, but without breaking her journey. She was arriving in Greece on Friday morning having left London on Wednesday afternoon.
The bus station was heaving, certainly not like in above photo, but we found an English speaker at the information desk, who redirected us to the train station, where eventually, with some haggling and smiling, we secured seats on the next bus that was operating as a rail replacement! That is complicated enough in the UK in English let alone in Patras in Greek! 1.5 hours later we were at Kiato station and on the train to Corinth. By 5:30 we were walking in the footsteps of Paul in ancient Corinth.
This is one of the places that Paul was hauled in front of the authorities. As the sun set over this ancient site I considered how brave Paul had been. He was not afraid to speak his opinion and stand out from the crowd. Not quite the same, but this is a day when young people all over the world are taking action on climate change. Challenging the status quo...