From Kos, Greece, we took a cheap RyanAir flight to Bari, Italy. We were the only non-Italians on the flight; we also were the only non-Italians in all of Bari.
True.
I was so excited to go to Italy - the food, the wine, la dolce vita, yeah? NEIN.
Bari does not fulfill your expectations of Italy - it's kind of like the East Oakland of Italy if you catch my drift. While some parts were kind of pleasant – like the Swabian castle or the granita coffee, the majority of the city was rundown, ramshackle and plain sketch.
As you can see, Bari thinks it's life is an asshole. :(
Even the Italian food was sub par.
But, Flat Stanley really enjoyed it. A bit too much, I'd say. Baaad Stanley.
The sun setting into the evening was quite lovely. The sky melded into the sea and reflected the city's lights on the Bari Harbor.
We did met some really nice and helpful Albanians, most notably Limi, who bestowed his graces and views about karma on us in just enough time for us to miss the ferry to Croatia.
Allie: "Ok! As long as we don't miss our ferry to Croatia!"
Limi: "Don't worry - of course you will!"
FAIL.
After an intense realization that we should have checked in 2 hours prior to departure, we stayed in Bari for another night.
Luckily, we found an alternative route and ended up taking a ferry to Montenegro instead.
Whoooo! Spontaneous trip through Montenegro!!
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