Last night I boarded the Blue Line ferry from Split to Ancona, the first leg of 4 on my Greek junket. I had an airline seat, which is almost the cheapest. I was joined by three groups of people. There was a French group made up of retirees on a tourism trip; there was an Italian group coming from a spiritual pilgrimage to Medugorje in Bosnia-Herzegovina; and finally there was a large group of Croatian teenagers going on a trip with their nun/teacher to Italy. I’m pretty sure one of them stole my mobile phone. I had put it on the table next to where I had stretched out and voila, when I woke up, it was gone. So when I arrived in Ancona I raced to an Internet cafe and had the phone locked down. What time is left on the SIM is still mine, and I will get a new handset when I return. I will also get a new global SIM when I need to. The money is spent and it is not going anywhere. Annoying and frustrating because it is the only way to contact H. She is at sea as well and cannot access her email. She has probably been SMSing me and is now pissed off because I have not responded. Other than that, can do without it, really. It’s just one more thing to worry about. I’ll use email and landlines to keep contact.
The Greek boat that I am on is run by the Anek Lines and is really super. The Greeks run the best long-distance ferries, except of course for the Scandinavian lines. I splurged and booked a solo cabin with a shower, which I needed following a hot and uncomfortable night on the aged Croatian tub. So now I have washed, eaten a snack, made a phone call, and all is well.
The other bad thing about losing the phone is all the stored phone numbers. I did write some of them down, but not enough, and not hers…Shit.
Johnnyboy