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.

This small city doesn't have a huge harbor (as you can see above the ship is kind of big) so we could walk from the boat to the city (being attacked by merchants with selfie-sticks all the way). After picking up a map we set off to find some sort of chapel in the town, then the huge fortress. We also visited the beach shortly (spending more time trying to figure out how to get down there than to actually be on the beach).

First we visited a museum (because I failed to miss the entrance twice and it was for free) with some kind of modern art. Possibly an art student would go "oooh" and "aaahh" but I went "where's the exit?". It's not that I don't appreciate modern art but...ok well maybe I simply don't.

There is not much I have to say about the chapel (Capella Sistina). It's all these Christian paintings on the walls and wood carvings from an era when people apparently had too much time on their hands. They are very beautiful of course but you rarely feel at home in a building where there is no space left for wallpaper. Oh and apparently Napoleon used this one as a stable. There was also a French guide who tried to explain something to us but we never figured out what she said or wanted.

The fortress on the other hand is very impressive, simply by its sheer size if by nothing else. Walking up the sidewalk closing in on the entrance road, the smell of freshly cut grass made me feel slightly worried about my own lawn at home. Those thoughts quickly ended when I saw the loose huge gorilla on the grass! He was simply standing there, knuckles in the grass, watching all the tourists walk by. Luckily he was made of metal and had a slightly surprised expression, as if metalization had come suddenly into his life.

The fortress has also been used as a prison. I have always thought of Italians as very social people because there are so many of them and they like to be at the same place at the same time, but obviously this can lead to some problems. I did not expect however that there was a need for such a huge construction to keep them locked up.

We navigated back to the ship using a pretty straightforward route using the artistic tourist map. I can't help to think about who is drawing those handmade maps with small painted buildings, putting all this work onto a paper later mass-copied and handed out to tourists that use it once and then throw it away. Not to tell how hard it must be to draw a beautiful house, representing centuries of hard work, designing and problem solving (possibly when the donkey don't want to pull the bricks anymore) with a small square-ish colored blob.