We boarded the ferry in typical Italian chaotic fashion, having been moved from deck to deck and squashed next to an artic lorry, they put our baby in the corner.<\/p>\n
We followed the signs to the reception and were escorted by a uniformed butler to our very very ‘spensive cabin. \u00a0It was big, well by the standard set by our van which is 2m by 5m, there were two beds, a toilet and shower, a curtain hanging off the rail and a fabulous view of the car deck. \u00a0But it was clean and we could sleep in it and so could Sunny. \u00a0I fixed the curtain with one of the annoying little clips I always have stuck in my hair, which stopped people looking in and we went to explore.<\/p>\n
Sunny is not a sea dog. \u00a0He hates the water and he hated being on a boat. as we walked along the deck he got further and further away from the edge and crouched lower and lower on the floor. \u00a0He made friends with a cute little Yorkie who’s Mummies were lovely and who made us feel justified in our endeavours as they too have sold a house and buggered off in a van!<\/p>\n
We left Sunny in the cabin and went to supper where R saw fit to throw a bottle of wine down himself, ate, drank and went to sleep. \u00a0We were woken at 4.45 by the butler and Sunny having utter hysterics that some strange man should open our door. \u00a0We showered, dressed and went to watch the dawn. \u00a0The sea was inky black and the lights of the harbour were barely visible but slowly and surely the sea changed colour, first to a sluggish English green, much to my dismay, then to dark blue, lighter and lighter until a bright but deep turquoise with a white lace petticoat trailing behind.<\/p>\n
We disembarked, drove out of the international port, into the local port and onto the first ferry to Corfu all within 20 minutes. \u00a0The sun came up over the island and suddenly we were here.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
We boarded the ferry in typical Italian chaotic fashion, having been moved from deck to deck and squashed next to an artic lorry, they put our baby in the corner. We followed the signs to the reception and were escorted by a uniformed butler to our very very ‘spensive cabin. \u00a0It was big, well by … <\/p>\n