The voices in my head hardly had time to stop shouting before the alarm went off. It was 2:00 in the morning and time to wake up, then get ready for the long and boring drive to Benstocken parking outside Arlanda (who in their right mind name a parking place "The bone-log parking"?).
The breakfast on board is... weird. They have this buffet with sweet bread (what I'd expect at a café like donuts, muffins etc) and then you can also order a menu like "German breakfast" (where you get two boiled eggs) or "Norwegian breakfast" (where you get salmon). So basically you can't ask for a boiled egg alone. This means that I personally eat a bit too much and regret it the rest of the day as Mihiri has to drag me around.
Mihiri had me knowing that the schedule of the day was tight and we had no time for me lolling around aimlessly. We took a ferry from Naples port to the isle of Capri, where the famous (well I didn't know about him...) Swedish doctor and writer Axel Munthe lived.
The bus trips are always interesting in these southern countries. I suppose they never get snow this far south so they cram as many tourists in the bus as they can and take of at amazing speed. The speed is kind of digital. Full speed ahead (hold on with both hands) or stop hard with as many falling and swearing tourists as possible.
The time was 7.30 in the morning and I looked out of the window and - aha! - the Jacuzzi was empty! Now was the time to hurry down and try it out before it got filled up with fat Germans and these small but noisy chain-smoking Italians! We hurried down the stairs and jumped into the shower beside it (jumping out as quickly because the water was cold). After like 30s in the Jacuzzi we got bored and went for breakfast instead. Mihiri had surprisingly not planned this day by the minute, so we could eat breakfast without breaking any schedule.
In the morning we were thinking about taking a shuttle bus arranged by the cruise company, but since they had a habit of overcharging we first left the boat set on walking to le Vieux Port (the old harbor) or, at least, the closest bus stop.
The closest bus stop was like 1km away so we went back on the boat, bought tickets and got back out. At the bus they informed us that the tickets we had were blanks, but they let us on anyway (the machine we bought it from were out of ink or whetever).