Travel Agents

Italian travel agents can kiss my ass!
After visiting several different agencies in 3 different major Italian cities (Venice, Florence, Rome) NONE of them could help me book a ferry ticket to Dubrovnik, Croatia. And one of the last guys wouldn't even help at all, he just said "No, no ferry tickets" and I said ok, well is there somewhere else I can go to get my ticket and he snorted, SNORTED!!! and said "No!" and ran off to get a coffee. Jerk!

Soooo mad, so so mad! I have steam shooting out of my ears, threatening to scald the girl on the computer next to me. I have flames bursting out of my mouth, melting the monitor. Lightning bolts are sparking from my eyes. Claws are raking the keyboard to shreds. I am MAD, MAD, MAD!

After visiting 5 different agencies today I finally went into one (ironically the same agency as Mr. Jerk, but a different location) and a very apologetic woman explained that her agency wasn't able to process tickets for Durbrovnik, only for Zadar or Split. She suggested that the best course would be to buy it directly from the ferry terminal in Bari and that I should have no trouble getting a ticket that way. Finally some help! Even if it wasn't exactly what I wanted.

So it's fly by the seat of my pants time. I have no ferry booked yet and no hostel booked once I arrive. (All the available rooms online are private, meaning I'd have to buy out all 3 beds in order to stay. Expensive!) This is partly tremendously appealing as it's really what backpacking is all about. But on the other hand I'm totally freaking out as it feels like I'm stepping out into an abyss. Woo! Fun times!