I arrived at the train station early in the morning only to be told by the ticket agent that I couldn't book an itinerary that would get me to Genoa in time for my 9:30PM ferry. I pulled out my notebook and showed him the itinerary I had found on the Internet. I booked my tickets, but the train was late. I almost missed my first connection and had to run across the tracks with my loaded down bike to make the next train. I made it to Genoa with no further problems five hours before the ferry was set to sail. I rode my bike all over town, catching my first glimpse of the Mediterranean. Genoa is a series of steep ravines sloping out of the mountains into the sea. Many times I found myself heading the wrong way up into the hills. The one way traffic streams were frustrating, and I often found myself going against traffic. The narrow streets in the center of town were densely packed with people. I purchased food for the overnight ferry trip, including a bottle of Campari and foccacia bread. Somewhere a wad of Euros slipped out of my pocket. I arrived at the ferry an hour and a half early and rode my bike up the ship's gangway and into the hold. I secured it for the long voyage alongside the cars and motorcycles and headed upstairs to the lounge. The full moon was breathtaking on deck as we headed off for Sardegna. Hopefully I'll get a good night's sleep.
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