Day 420: Lie To Me

24.02.10: I thought I would have a few hours to mooch around Rome in the morning, but I found myself unable to prise my worthless body from my bed until after 10am. By the time I had breakfast and tried (and failed) to find a free wi-fi zone, it was time for me to take the train to Civitavecchia, Rome’s port and the place where the boat to Tunisia left from. Urk. The boat to and from Tunisia was horrifically horrific last time, and this time it was no better. Same boat, same company, same unholy rip-off. For a start, the boat was two hours late boarding, which meant that I was left standing in the car-park like an unsuccessful prostitute for longer than would otherwise be sensible. Once (finally) on board, the horribly familiar interior of the Sorrento loomed into view. I had a 'deck'…

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Day 132: Don’t Let The Door Hit Your Ass On The Way Out

12.05.09 Not much to say really. Said my goodbyes to the chaps in the hostel, jumped in a taxi and headed on over to the port, stopping at various banks on the way out... er, can I change this wad of YOUR JOKE MONOPOLY MONEY to Euros please? No, sorry, interdit. What? Your currency is so rubbish that I can't even change it back to Euros in YOUR country? Yep, it's against the law. You can only rid yourself of your rotten Dinars in the airport. Christ Almighty. Fingers crossed, I could change the money in the sea port, I arrived in good time for my ferry which was (supposed to be) leaving at 1pm. I asked at information if I could change my Tunisian Dinarse here, they said I could but I'd have to wait for the bureau du change(s) to re-open. Er... they are…

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Day 131: You’ve GOT to be kidding

11.05.09 You can probably tell by the title of this day that things did not go according to plan. I got to the Algerian embassy for 8am, waited for it to open, waited to be let inside and then waited to find out if I could get a visa. By 10am, I had my answer. No. You can't get a visa for Algeria unless you apply for it in your home nation. Rats. This was not good news. Kicking myself AGAIN that I didn't take the boat with Laura on Saturday night, I rang Grimaldi ferries (they put the GRIM in Grimaldi) and they said they couldn't alter the ticket - I had lost it. Seventy Euro down the drain. CHINNNNG!! [the sound of Sonic the Hedgehog landing on a spike and losing all of his rings]. After a cheap and cheerful sojourn around Europe, Africa…

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