After not doing very much at all, least of all sightseeing, I realised somewhere between a cappuccino and a margherita pizza that my accomodation was only booked for another 3 nights, and from there I didn’t quite know where I was headed. I couldn’t seem to figure out how to get to Croatia from this side of Italy, could not find any accomodation and could not for the life of me find a flight to link me from Croatia to Greece.
I was all ready to give up and move away from the beaches to the big cities of France, when I ran out of suncream. I searched for what seemed like hours for a bottle with an SPF higher than 2, the only one of which was 15 euros. Fifteen euros. That’s a night accomodation, a train trip halfway across the country, almost a day of food. That’s a lot, man.
I wasn’t sure whether it was a joke, a ‘let’s laugh at the Aussies who will spend a fortune to prevent skin cancer, haha’ but I looked around and the only one loking at me was a little old Italian woman behind the counter, probably wondering what was so amazing about this suncream that I would stand there agape for ten minutes.
After my purse was a little lighter and my budget a little tighter, I marched straight to the internet cafe and, most likely through sheer willpower, managed to book a bus to Sorrento, train to Naples, train to Bari, ferry to Croatia, and accomodation in Dubrovnik. Oh, and an entire Greek island hopper tour.
That suncream was going to be used and enjoyed dammit, and if that meant I had to lay on a beach for the next two months straight, then that’s what I had to do (it’s hard, it really is).
-Sarah
Sarah