1st June 2012
31.05.2012 - 01.06.2012
Our boat sailed for all but two hours of the day. We whiled away time as best we could, watching DVDs in the closed bar, home of the only electricity sockets we could find, and being told off repeatedly by a stern looking and slightly manly Italian woman every time our feet ventured from the ground.
At ten o’clock in the evening we docked. Redvers drove off and the Italian customs men, smiling and courteous, enquired as to the contents of our car; satisfied with our response they waved us through. We had arrived in Europe.
Our hotel had been picked based on its proximity to the harbour but we hadn’t taken into account the winding one way systems up and down the hillside seaside city of Genoa. After a brief and unexpected tour of the red light district we arrived, checked in, bathed and fell asleep on feather pillows and fresh linen. Italy felt like home.