The port authorities have a problem with illegal immigrants in Greece attempting to get into the rest of the E.U. via a boat from Greece. We watched a half dozen young men climb over the fence and barb wire into the port, attempt to get near a boat or truck, and get chased back over the fence by the port authorities. All cargos were inspected and all papers are checked before anyone can board a ferry. It was a really interesting scene.
We failed to sleep much last night and were definitely "ferry lagged" when we rode into the walled town, Brindisi.
However, we found a small cafe open, had cappuccinos, and ham and cheese stuffed pastries, changed into cycling gear and started to ride out of town. There was a local Sunday ride occurring and a lot of bikes were on the road.
After a frustrating hour spent searching for the quiet road out of town, we hailed another cyclist and were told we were in the right spot. The road was on the coast and soon we were directed onto a percorso cicloturistico, which was a bicycle route in the direction we were headed, but on roads so small they weren't on our map.
It was delightful riding and the occasional local motorist would wave or give a positive beep of their horn. We saw these unusual stone structures alongside the road. They were stone houses developed in this area of Italy and are known as trullo.
The roofline eventually became quite stylized and the most famous of these structures are in Alberobello, 43 km away.
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