We took the "Cefalu Coast to Coast" boat trip in the morning. Our bus was quite late picking us up from the gas station, and after about 15 minutes of waiting, the booking agent zoomed up on a motor bike to tell us the bus was running "about 5 minutes late." Never mind that is was already 15 minutes late! Italian time...
Our bus did finally arrive and took us to the port where our boat (and two Brits already on board) was waiting. The only other passengers were a mother, two children, and the grandparents. Sweetie and I were perplexed by the family, as the mother seemed to speak Italian to the grandparents, but Russian to the children... Anyway, we were pleased to have a not-so-crowded ride, and the boat was nicer than we expected. Our host, Fabriz, who was turning 19 the next day, was very eager to please, and it was a really enjoyable trip.
The boat stopped several times for swimming opportunties, which neither the Brits (including Sweetie) nor I elected to take part in. But, we did enjoy watching the boat captain (when he wasn't on his cell phone) and Fabriz dive very deep down into the water. Fabriz even brought back a sea urchin which the captain ate. I assured everyone that they are delicious and melt in your mouth. (In my fish-eating days, "uni-don" -- a Japanese dish of rice covered in sea urchin -- was my favorite food).
We had an interesting "Chinese fire drill" on the ride home, when the family and we got into a minibus for the ride to the gas station, and the British couple got into a Mini Cooper with the man who had shown up at the gas station on a motorbike in the morning. Once we reached town, they had all of us pile out and the Brits got into the minibus, the family departed on foot, and we were told to get into the Mini. All very strange. So....we were regaled by the very gay tour director and his very loud Mariah Carey music for the trip back to Calanica.
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