coronas in ancona.

and no we couldn't find any coronas in ancona either. stella's. the train dropped us off  and we wandered to find the ferry port. "what a dump" is all i could say. we arrived at the ticket office by the port to find a sign in italian and greek we couldn't understand, so we decided to explore and find some food and come back at 2, two hours before when we were supposed to check in. the old city, again like rimini,
was much nicer. but the whole fiasco of having to find the ticket check in....walking around with our bags...i'd really rather not remember or write about and easily enough, we got through with no ticket check or passport check. along the way though we did meet this cute old man who spends 10 days in greece studying yoga. the tugboats and the barges reminded me of portsmouth and i wondered if they too go through memorial bridge. a drunk trucker - no joke every time i saw him he had a cigarette and a beer - offered us the key to his cabin after working up his liquid courage which we should have taken and then locked him out. taking a nap on the enclosed deck was nice with the sunset reflecting on the glass but the thought of sleeping on the cold concrete floor with just our ikea wooly blankets (everyone else on the deck had air mats and sleeping bags) was just not going to happen. there was a room with "air beds" which looked like an airport lounge with rows orf reclining seats to sleep in - smelt like feet, sounds of loud gypsies filled the early morning, and wondering eyes among the rows kept us close to our belongings and each other. it was really an adventure! a 16 hour adventure.