Així que el ferry va sortir a les 3am. Vam prendre alguna cosa en un dels dos tristos bars que hi havia a bord. Ja que l’altre estava tancat. Sense res més a fer, vam passar les 21 hores de viatge passejant, sortint, fumant i dormint. Res més…ja que no hi havia res més a fer. La nit va ser una mica dura, ja que la mar estava mogudeta i de tant en tant et despertaves del moviment.
Ens vam despertar cap a quarts de dotze del matí. Vam descobrir que, tot i que el vaixell havia sortit a les 3 de la matinada, l’esmorzar s’havia servit només fins les 9 del matí. Molt bé, doncs anem al trist bar a comprar un cafè amb llet i un croissant. En quedaven dos. Vam tenir sort.
I així vam passar el matí, el migdia, tarda i nit. Amb els respectius àpats entremig. I ja està. Fins que cap a les 12 de la nit vam atracar a Livorno. El Sucio, brut de la sal, entelat i bé. Anar tirant fins a Florència. Per sort, en sortir del port, ja ens deixaven encarats a la carretera cap a Florència.
Per desgràcia, al cap d’una estona, vaig agafar una sortida equivocada que ens va fer recular i tornar a entrar a la mateixa carretera.
El viatge ens el vam prendre amb calma. Poca llum, boira i tots els vidres entelats. Havíem de passar per un poble que es deia Ganduzzello. I vam anar tirant recte fins que vaig veure un senyal cap a Piazzale Michelangelo. Buf…ja sabem que anem bé més o menys. Perquè, a qui pots preguntar direccions a quarts de 2 de la matinada a un poble més aviat petit. I vam arribar al camping…a les 2. Al fin!!!
So the ferry departed at 3am. We had a drink in one of the two sad bars on board. The other one was shut. Nothing else to do, but spending the 21 hours of this trip rambling, getting outside, smoking and sleeping.
Nothing else…as there was nothing else to do. The night was pretty tough though, since the sea was a little bit rough and you woke up from time to time due to the movement.
We woke up by half eleven in the morning. And we found out that, even if the boat departed at 3 am, breakfast was served until 9am only. Ok, so we go to the sad bar for a coffee and a croissant. They only had two of them left. We were lucky.
So we spent the morning, afternoon, evening and night like this. With them meals in between. And that’s it. Until we arrived at Livorno by midnight. Sucio, dirty from the salt and completely steamed. So Florence here we go. We were lucky that as we left the harbour, we got the motorway to Florence straight away. Unfortunately, I took a wrong turn that lead us back and take the same road again.
We took the trip rather easy. No light, fog, and steamed windows. We had to pass by a town called Ganduzzello. And we continued straight ahead until we saw a sing towards Piazzale Michelangelo. Then we knew we were on the right way. Mainly because you are not really sure whether you can ask anyone for directions by 1.30am in a small town. And we got to the camping…by 2am. At last!!!
Ens vam despertar cap a quarts de dotze del matí. Vam descobrir que, tot i que el vaixell havia sortit a les 3 de la matinada, l’esmorzar s’havia servit només fins les 9 del matí. Molt bé, doncs anem al trist bar a comprar un cafè amb llet i un croissant. En quedaven dos. Vam tenir sort.
I així vam passar el matí, el migdia, tarda i nit. Amb els respectius àpats entremig. I ja està. Fins que cap a les 12 de la nit vam atracar a Livorno. El Sucio, brut de la sal, entelat i bé. Anar tirant fins a Florència. Per sort, en sortir del port, ja ens deixaven encarats a la carretera cap a Florència.
Per desgràcia, al cap d’una estona, vaig agafar una sortida equivocada que ens va fer recular i tornar a entrar a la mateixa carretera.El viatge ens el vam prendre amb calma. Poca llum, boira i tots els vidres entelats. Havíem de passar per un poble que es deia Ganduzzello. I vam anar tirant recte fins que vaig veure un senyal cap a Piazzale Michelangelo. Buf…ja sabem que anem bé més o menys. Perquè, a qui pots preguntar direccions a quarts de 2 de la matinada a un poble més aviat petit. I vam arribar al camping…a les 2. Al fin!!!
So the ferry departed at 3am. We had a drink in one of the two sad bars on board. The other one was shut. Nothing else to do, but spending the 21 hours of this trip rambling, getting outside, smoking and sleeping.
Nothing else…as there was nothing else to do. The night was pretty tough though, since the sea was a little bit rough and you woke up from time to time due to the movement.We woke up by half eleven in the morning. And we found out that, even if the boat departed at 3 am, breakfast was served until 9am only. Ok, so we go to the sad bar for a coffee and a croissant. They only had two of them left. We were lucky.
So we spent the morning, afternoon, evening and night like this. With them meals in between. And that’s it. Until we arrived at Livorno by midnight. Sucio, dirty from the salt and completely steamed. So Florence here we go. We were lucky that as we left the harbour, we got the motorway to Florence straight away. Unfortunately, I took a wrong turn that lead us back and take the same road again.
We took the trip rather easy. No light, fog, and steamed windows. We had to pass by a town called Ganduzzello. And we continued straight ahead until we saw a sing towards Piazzale Michelangelo. Then we knew we were on the right way. Mainly because you are not really sure whether you can ask anyone for directions by 1.30am in a small town. And we got to the camping…by 2am. At last!!!
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