Friends in every port . . .

Next stop was Palermo where I planned to catch the ship to Cagliari to join Marilena and her parents for a week. The journey took me across the centre of Sicily - a mountainous region of barren-looking hills and yellowed fields. This was a far cry from the greenness of the Ardennes experienced only a few days previously.

Friends Enzo and Carlo come from Palermo so I called in to see their mum, Paola and brother, Marco. Paola gave me an enjoyable lunch and I had an interesting chat with them before Marco pointed me in the direction of the port. The Toscana left on time and quietly trickled its way across the Mediteranean reaching Cagliari at 8.00 am.