Jul 02, 2007
Ancona. I'm sure there is stuff to do there. The centre of town was not too bad. We just stopped there for the night so we could catch the ferry to Greece the next day. But we seemed to find the hostel in the dodgiest part of town. The front door was open to anybody and the receptionist was not always there to see who went in and out. And the locks to the dorms could be opened with your fingernail if it was strong enough. Not to mention the eastern European alkies that was hanging around the end of the street when we arrived. And the strange Italians in dark suits up to some kind of skullduggery in their mobile phones.