I left Francescas on the train into Bari hoping to meet Dana and dance out of of the city. Bari is the biggest city in the south and reminded me a little bit of Liverpool or Manchester. The people are renown for being friendly but thats not exactly our experience though we did meet some lovely locals.
I stepped of the train and recieved a message from Dana that she was in trouble, being stalked by a pimp.
There had been prostitutes out sitting on the road and the pimp must of thought Dana was encroaching his terratorry. It took me ages to find somewhere to leave all the gear and collect her from the fuel station shed taken refuge in. The police did not seem to fussed about helping me but a kind old man did help.
Crissis over Dana went to see some couchsurfers in a Bari and i went back out to dance the dodgy stetch. I got of the train in a village that looked more like a prison, with high secutity gates and fences. Eventualy i found the road down on the coast. I saw the postitute sat under the bridge and tipped my hat as i skipped past. I followed that coast into the city under the grey clouds as the waves beat in and the puzzled drivers passed by. A youg man with greesed hair stuck his fingers up as he jogged passed. Not getting a good reaction i jumped for joy defiantly and tears of i dont know what trickled down my face. Aproaching the city the atmosphere improved and i was enjoying myself. It was almost a party as i reached our hosts Guisepe and Tonya. Dana had enjoyed a fair dose of the local wine after her trauma.
It was slow going leaving Bari. The roads diddnt make sense. We got lost. Some off duty police officers out jogging got us back on track but progress was slow in the burning heat. Once again the houses had huge security fences and even huger dogs. I tried to power skip out of there but it was like treading water.
We had an argument finding a place to camp and let rip at each other. Eventualy we camped out by the sea. I threw away the lining of my tent to shed weight.
(pic and videos will follow on these posts) (one day)
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