We were woken up a couple of times in the
night by thunder storms. But when
we got up the sky had cleared and it was sunny. So maybe the worst has gone. After a light breakfast Richard offered to take his bike to
the launderette we had been recommended to and to sus out the other supermarket
to see if they can deliver to the boat.
So off he went on his bike at about 9:30
leaving me to sort out the laundry and to tidy the boat. He wasn’t back by 10:30 when the
weather turned. We had taken out all
the wet things from yesterday to dry them. When the first spots of rain came I got everything in. But it turned into a torrential storm
and poor Richard was out on the bike.
He didn’t get back until nearly mid-day. I assumed he was sheltering from the rain most of the time,
but no. He found that the
so-called launderette was only a dry cleaners, so he went in search of a real
launderette and found one 4 kilometers along the coast! He has been told how we can get there
on a local bus and has discovered that the Carrefour in town will deliver to
the boat. But, in doing so, he
cycled over 7 miles and got a bit wet in the rain storm despite sheltering for
some time.
So off we go with the laundry to catch a
bus. We waited for 45 minutes when
several buses passed, but Richard insisted they were not the one we needed to
take. He was told to take a no 6
Blue line bus. Two number 6 buses
passed, but they were red and one seemed to say he did not go where we were
headed. In the end and in
desperation to get the laundry done, we took a taxi. Hopefully, we will find the bus home.
The launderette was fine. Clean efficient and with staff. But really, can a town only have one
launderette out in a suburb?
Surely not only people on boats need launderettes. If this is going to be what we have to
go through around the Med to get our washing done, I may be well put off by the
place. We do manage to find a bus
home. It is one of the ones we rejected
on the way here! Also find that
you cannot pay on the bus, so we get a free ride.
So back to the boat. Leave the laundry on board and rush
back across town to the supermarket.
It is quite a long walk, but we make it. The place is much smaller than I had hoped and doesn’t have
many lines, but we do stock up well on bottled water, beers and wine, which
should last for the rest of the trip.
As this will be delivered and we don’t have to carry it back, it is
worth it. We manage to buy bus
tickets at a Tabacchi and take the bus back. We are beginning to get the hang of this town, just in time
to leave.
Our shopping gets delivered in the time
scale given - quite a feat here in Italy.
But we are both now exhausted by the toings and froings of the day. I am too tired to cook and also too
tired to go out. But we decide on
the latter. We try to ring a
restaurant for a reservation, but the phone number is dead. I guess that means it has gone out of
business. We decide to walk into
town and look for the place. We take ages finding the street, and then there is
no restaurant. But we fall into a
place on the main road across from the sea front and have a very pleasant and
unusual fish dinner. Now we will
finally fall into bed and hope the rain has gone for good.
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