On Board
Arrived at the harbour in time to watch M&S row the boat ashore, Halleluiah.
After short car ride to the Parco Archeologigo spent the morning exploring the ruins,Teatro Greco and quarries with a lush garden and an amazing cave, all the while catching up. I haven’t yakked so much in months but discovered yakking is a bit like riding a bike, once you’ve got the hang of it you never forget.
Onto the Musieo Archeologico and a stunning collection of coins (who would have thought they could be so gorgeous). The rest of the museum is stunningly presented though a little like a modern IKEA in that you have to go everywhere to get anywhere.
Malisa had prepared a sumptuous lunch back on board and with cake (I so miss cake) and yakking I don’t know where the time went. Bit of a hairy ride ashore in the smallest dingy imaginable, with the sea lapping around my ample posterior and a souvenir damp undercarriage, I was glad to get ashore.
Its a hard life.
Malisa hunting capers.
Votive offerings to the gods. 
Its all for ME.
