HUH.
(Double click on pic for closer inspection)
The really very super uber special part of our trans-Med cruise was Ferry Number 2. After a dawn port docking in Ibiza (pronounced Ee-BEE-tha), and a cranky panic about coordinating our weird routes and timings, we waited a second-dripping-by 3 plus hours only to squeeze onto an open-air trucker ferry that rarely saw pedestrian or civilian traffic. On board a moaning mother of a barge with: A large amount of Garbage, a big ole Tree, an entire House (see photo) and a bunch of smarmy truckers. Refreshing and nauseating at the same time, we just set our eyes on the prize on the horizon and forged ahead like good sailors do.
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