This is the final day and relaxing isn't so much on the mind. It's a chore to make sure we've collected everything. We eat breakfast and make it last as we don't have a flight to catch today. The staff knows you're leaving and that they won't be gettng any more tips. The service level provided is visibly less. We disembark, collect our luggage, and then look for the transportation.
The port has a shuttle bus that is about a five minute ride to the port gate. People are agitated in the heat and are fighting to get on the shuttle. The AC unit in the bus is set low because Italians don't believe in AC. Handicapped and senior folks are making the bus ride even more onerous.
It's about a 15 minute walk from the port gate to the rail station. The queue is long because we are joined by many other cruisers headed to Rome. The man behind the ticket counter spends about 10 minutes talking to some women with their big boob cleavage exposed. I tell the wife she needs to do the same if she wants to get respectful service. When we get up, we ask a question which he impatiently answers and dismisses us immediately. We don't even spend 1 minute with this guy.
The train is packed and we stand the entire 90 minutes to Roma Termini. It's warm. The AC does not feel like its working. Luckily some of the window locks have been disabled so we get some good airflow.
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