Put that train where?

The next leg of the journey was more of a marathon than a sprint at 11 hours from Napoli to Palermo, Sicily. Naturally a bit of a nap was in order... it also gave us a chance to rest our vino soaked livers. So I was a bit confused when I woke up halfway through our trip and realize that our train was indoors and everyone was gone. With the train doors open I jump out only to realize our train had been loaded onto a freighter ship. Apparently the Sicilians have no need for bridges, they prefer the old fashioned method of crossing open water via boat... and that even goes for trains trying to cross open water.  So if you ever train it to Sicily, enjoy the ride.