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Palermo Ferry Port

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  • Day5

    Chaotic Catania

    June 8 in Italy

    Back on the rails again. Got chatting to a couple from Melbourne who had spent 8 days in Syracuse. ‘Don’t get me wrong’, he said, ‘we loved it, but it does need a bit of TLC and some of these old buildings want demolishing’. Ah, the Aussies…

    Today’s trip involved taking the train to Catania where after a 2 hour break there was a connection to Sicily’s capital, Palermo. The first train was brand new, with comfy leather seats and welcome air-conditioning. The only problem was that it was packed with over-excited teenagers on their way to Rome, and an even more excited teacher who screamed at the top of her voice, constantly waving her arms, pulling passengers from their seats, waving bits of paper and yelling at her charges to sit in their assigned seats. After about 20 minutes her pupils were all finally seated when the train conductor arrived to break the news that they were in the wrong carriage. More yelling and waving of papers, but at last they departed.

    On arrival at Catania with 2 hours to kill, I asked at the Customer Service window if there was any left luggage facility. Without lifting her head from her Bella magazine, the Customer Service representative said ‘no’. Do you have any WiFi in the station? ‘No’. Well, do you know anywhere nearby where I might be able to access WiFi, such as McDonalds or Starbucks? ‘No. We have nothing like that. Nowhere.’ I wondered if she had contemplated a career with the Catania Tourist Information Service.

    I had a hot but interesting walk into the city centre, laden with luggage. The main Duomo Square was beautiful, but the rest of Catania looked like a poor relation of Syracuse, only bigger and more built up - and the litter - cigarette butts everywhere - where were the Glasgow Central Fag Police when you needed them?

    As it was a few hours since breakfast and I would be on the train to Palermo for the next 3 hours, I decided to take a packed lunch on board, given my experience of Trenitalia catering. I found a nice little coffee shop with a smiling senorita who explained she cooked everything herself and it was all health foods. By this time it was too late to make my escape, so I opted for a spinach and ricotta cheese flatbread. She cut me a square with the precision of a surgeon and carefully packed it in a crisp white grease proof envelope. ‘Van ov my desserts, perhaps?’ she suggested with the insistence of Frau Blücher from Young Frankenstein. I pointed to the least offensive - one of her whole meal chocolate and pistachio nut offerings and thought she wouldn’t win any prizes from Mary Berry. A bottle of home made Sicilian lemonade later and I started cramming the goods into my already packed backpack. ‘Oh no’ exclaimed Frau Blücher, ‘you must carry eet like thees’ and held the package up flat on her outstretched palm, a presentation worthy of the adoration of the Magi.
    I returned to catch the train balancing my precious goods and found an unoccupied table seat for four. As I reached for the luggage rack, my precious bakery item slipped from the envelope and landed ricotta side down on the floor. The two girls opposite thought this highly amusing, but I thought what the hell, and picked it up, dusted it down and ate it. Well it was either that or starve.

    I had bought a half kilo of cherries from a fruit stall outside and then proceeded to devour them instead of the nut tart. They were delicious, but the juice from an overripe one squirted over my shirt. By this time the girls were biting their lips and giggling helplessly. I couldn’t quite catch what they were saying, but it was something along the lines of ‘Poor old soul, he really shouldn’t be let out alone’. All I could think of was the lyric from that Francie and Josie song ‘Dae cherry stains come oot?’

    I enjoyed the journey to Palermo - lovely countryside with more oranges and lemons. I hadn’t realised how big Sicily was - the largest island in the Med, with a population similar to Scotland’s. Regrettably there wasn’t time to see much of the capital city, but I would love to come back. I found my way to the docks and boarded the GNV Ferry - Atlas - and was pleased with my cabin accommodation for my overnight sailing to Naples. So long, Sicily, it’s been good. Mostly.
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  • Day5

    Surprising Syracuse

    June 8 in Italy

    On arrival, Syracuse proved to be a bigger city than I had imagined. A bit careworn and unkempt, I was glad I was not staying near the station but across a short stretch of water in the attractive Old Town area of Ortigia, a 15 minute walk away. The Terre & Mare B&B was contained within an old palazzo just off the main drag. I pressed the buzzer and was told to come up to the 7th floor - you’ve got to be kidding, I thought, no lift and this heat and this luggage! However a charming young Sicilian rushed out to meet me - ‘sorry, I mean 2nd floor’. Grazie al cielo! He proceeded to provide me with a map and a suggested walking tour of the main sights of old Syracuse. He showed me my single room, small but perfectly formed, complete with WiFi, air-conditioning, ensuite shower room, designer toiletries, and bidet - all of which I put to good use within 10 minutes.

    The suggested walking tour was a hit, and I loved walking about the Old Town with its beautiful Duomo, Temple of Apollo, Castle and fabulous sea views, in the early evening sunshine. Syracuse was the birthplace of Archimedes, and they don’t let you forget it. The restaurant I ate in that night was called Arches. ‘It’s pronounced Arkes’ pointed out the owner, ‘after Archimedes’. And here was me thinking it was named after the 60s pop group who had a hit with Sugar, Sugar.

    I was struck by how many of the more mature ladies looked so glamorous, even when well passed their sell-by date. One particular lady out walking her small dog, looked like a latter day Marilyn Monroe, had she lived. Aged about 80, her hair was coiffed in a platinum blonde 1960s style, with pale makeup and ruby red lipstick. She even had a similar full-skirted white dress à la Seven Year Itch, the only saving grace being that there were no subway gratings nearby.

    The breakfast was a delight - served on the roof terrace with terrific views, and the staff were so friendly. The teenaged girl who giggled and brought endless coffee told me her dearest wish was to visit Scotland, where all the pretty houses had geraniums in their window boxes. Not the last time I was in Govan, senorita. I giggled back and left her to her delusions.

    I could certainly recommend the Terre e Mare B&B if anyone was visiting the area.
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  • Day3

    Palermo

    April 3 in Italy

    Ich dachte wir gönnen uns was für 20h Fähre und habe uns eine Familien-„Suite“ gegen einen Aufpreis von 60€ gebucht. Wollte wissen, ob sich das lohnt, ist schliesslich nicht die letzte Fähre, die wir in nächster Zeit nehmen. Um die Antwort schonmal vorweg zu nehmen (und wer hätte es gedacht, gell Ivo): es lohnt sich nicht. Die Familien-„Suite“ hat sich von den anderen Kabinen lediglich durch einen Kühlschrank unterschieden und sie ist ohne Hochbetten. Letzteres sehr zum Ärger von Nele, die erstmal einen Wutanfall bekommen hat, weil sie schliesslich oben einschlafen wollte 😁. Ebenfalls erwähnenswert: Die Essensvoucher, die man bei der Buchung direkt mit erwerben konnte. Die Kasse hat pro Scan eines Vouchers eine steinzeitliche halbe Minute gebraucht. Mit Eintippen, Scannen und Zahlen der Differenz hat jede Familie oder besser gesagt jedes Rentnerpaar (wir haben den Altersdurchschnitt mal locker um 20 Jahre gedrückt) circa 5 Minuten zum Bezahlen gebraucht. Anfangs dachte ich die Mikrowellen seien für Babynahrung gedacht, aber sie wurden ohne Spass auch zum Erwärmen der ohnehin schon optisch sehr ansprechenden Speisen verwendet, die nach dem Bezahlen natürlich kalt waren 😁...was ich persönlich ja schon wieder lustig fand.
    Wie dem auch sei, das Ziel ist erreicht. Wir sind gut in Palermo angekommen. Während ich gerade diesen „Footprint“ schreibe, fährt Ivo den Bulli durch die Strassen Palermos. Und Jesus, bin ich froh, dass Ivo gerade fährt. Es gibt nämlich für den Verkehr, die Strassen- und Schilderführung nur ein Wort: HARAKIRI. Wir steuern ein kleines Hotel in der Nähe von Palermo an, um morgen dann bei Tageslicht ein nettes Plätzchen für die nächsten 1-2 Wochen zu suchen. Es ist jetzt 20h und das Thermometer zeigt 18 Grad 😊☀️...
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  • Day1

    To Palermo by plane train and ferry

    September 19, 2017 in Italy

    So here we are in Palermo at the start of our long-awaited trip. And a most fascinating place it is too!

    We arrived by way of Rome for a night, then Naples (approached with caution but enjoyed very much), then an overnight ferry that brought us here yesterday morning.

    In Naples we can't fail to mention the Museo Capella San Severo, with its famous statue of the Veiled Christ, among others. A fishing net - carved out of marble! Sadly there were no photos allowed, but google it and you'll get the idea.

    Yesterday, among other explorations, we went up to Monreale, about ten kilometres out of town and with a hilltop location and a 900 year old Arab-Norman cathedral that are both magnificent.

    Today, we wandered extensively around Palermo, through the markets and the old town, past the garbage and the washing, the street sellers and the tourists. It is a fascinating mix of history, filth, exuberant people, beggars and some incredible architecture. A bit like Naples only slightly less manic, in fact.

    Tomorrow we take to the highway (provided we survive the crazy Palermo traffic) and head on down to the south. More photos to come shortly, too.
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  • Day1

    Palermo

    April 3, 2017 in Italy

    Dimanche, 2 avril 2017
    Nous accostons avec une heure d'avance et quittons illico presto le bateau. La circulation est calme un dimanche à Palermo. Nous visons un camping à Isole de Femmine, dans la banlieue de la capitale. Nous sommes installés dans le verger sous les oliviers, trop bien. Une promenade au bourg pour prendre l'apéro au port de pêche, nous met définitivement en mode "vacances".

  • Day22

    Palermo

    April 24, 2017 in Italy

    Mardi, 25 avril 2017
    Notre GPS a pimenté un peu notre trajet à travers Palermo pour nous amener au port. Il y a déjà pas mal de monde qui attend 3h30 avant le départ (prévu à 24h) du bateau. Le camping-car enfin parqué dans l'immense ventre de la Superba, nous savourons un dernier café et profitons de notre cabine "deluxe", dotée d'une véritable salle de bains. Eric observe le départ depuis notre fenêtre pendant que je dors déjà. Le repos est cette fois assuré, la cabine se trouve tout au front, loin du bruit des moteurs. Le petit-déjeuner et le dîner entrecoupent la journée. Notre arrivée à Gênes est annoncée pour 19h15, il sera pour finir 20h quand nous quittons le navire. Les prévisions météo ne se sont pas améliorées, Eric veut passer encore aujourd'hui le tunnel du Saint Gottard. Il fait un non-stop de quatre heures et nous nous posons à côté de plusieurs autres campeurs sur le parking du restoroute d'Erstfeld. Le sommeil ne tarde pas de s'installer.Read more

  • Day14

    Wir warten...

    November 30, 2017 in Italy

    Nachdem wir den Berg zum Ferienhaus mit Anhänger und Motorrädern nicht geschafft haben, gingen wir kein Risiko mit dem ungebremsten Anhänger ein. Die Mopeds haben wir auf eigenen Rädern zu einem Parkplatz an der Autobahnauffahrt gebracht und sie erst dort auf den Anhänger geladen. Leider hatte unserer Alu-Auffahrrampe sehr gelitten. Wir mussten sie prov. mit Zurrgurten gegen vollständige Auflösung sichern. Sie hat gehalten und wird in Deutschland geschweißt werden. Vorher natürlich die Wohnung geräumt, Auto gepackt und Abrechnung mit den sehr netten Vermietern gemacht. Und deren eigenen Wein gekauft. Im Keller selbst aus dem Faß in die leere Plastikwasserflasche abgefüllt. Und Kakteenfrucht geschenkt bekommen. Und noch eine Flasche Wein. Und eine Umarmung.
    Auf der Autobahn kurz vor Palermo dann die SMS unserer Fährgesellschaft, dass die Suprema erst um 1.30 Uhr in der Nacht abfahren wird. Nach Palermo rein wollten wir nicht, also warteten wir Stunden auf einem Parkplatz vor der Stadt. Da wir aus Genua wussten, dass wir vor der Zeit nicht in den Hafen kommen, fuhren wir um 16 Uhr durch Palermo zum Hafen. Die Schilderungen über den Verkehr sind sehr übertrieben. Auch in Palermo wird an einer roten Ampel angehalten. Ansonsten schwimmt man im Verkehr mit und irgendwie funktioniert es doch. Mal sollte man nachgeben, mal etwas energischer sein.
    Im Hafenbüro wurde uns mitgeteilt, dass es die Tickets ab 18 Uhr gibt.
    Und es fing an zu regnen. Ordentlich. Und so saßen wir im Auto und warteten wieder. Nachdem wir die Tickets und unseren Parkplatz hatten, warteten noch einmal ein paar Stunden. Langsam nervte es. Letztendlich waren wir um 23.30 in unsere Kabine. Um 1.30 Uhr ging die Fahrt dann los.
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You might also know this place by the following names:

Porto di Palermo, Palermo Ferry Port

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