Day 9 - ANGRY or not ? Malta - Sicily

Oh geez, who would have thought a stolen wallet could cause so much grief. We're now in Catania, Sicily and that random act of farkery bites us again. We have a car booked at Hertz for the remainder of our trip, but without a licence you don't get a car. I know what your thinking. I didn't have mine with me either.

Tempers rise a little, as we try to reason with the Hertz lady, she is sympathetic to our plight, but the law is the law. So what to do? Over a coffee and canoli we regroup and devise yet another Plan B.

Looks like we're now busing it from Sicily to Rome.

We've burned half a day in this dirty, awful, run down city of Catania. Don't bother visiting here, rather use it as the gateway to the rest of the island. With tickets in hand, we get on the bus to Palermo. We're sitting separately, me next to a stinky old man, and Andrew five rows ahead trying to keep it together. He's pissed but 2.5 hrs on the bus should reset him. We've really got to get our gamen, and become more pushy like the Italians and other tourists. I'm not kidding, they stopped the bus midway  to get  on to get the best seats.

Now we are in Palermo for the next few nights and OMG, what an apartment it is! Generous in size, nicely decorated and located in the city centre. We've really aced this one.