Two nights ago a little after dusk, we arrived at our Amalfi Coast staging site, Sorrento. We had a dinner with the ret of the tour, one of the best so far and retired early, hoping to get up a bit late and make up on some lost sleep. Well, it sort of worked.
When we got going, it was raining. Here is the view off the terrace of the hotel:
We got a new bus driver the next morning. It seems they prefer to have a local driver for the Amalfi Coast. After we got started, we soon saw why. The road along the coast is extremely narrow, extremely twisty, and jam paked with cars, buses, trucks, motorbikes and pedestrians, and perched on a precipice. And their all, or at least mostly, Italian. Great skill and patience is an absolute necessity.
We stopped at one other small town perched on the least one small town perched high on the cliffs before we reached Amalfi itself.
At Amalfi, we had some time to have lunch...
And walk the streets a bit...
And take in some of the scenery...
And walk out on the jetty and look back at the whole town...
We had been supposed to drive back to Sorrento along the cliff face road again, but as we started to leave, the driver was informed by the police that the road back was closed to coaches due to falling rocks (apparently they don't care about individual cars or their passengers, and certainly not motorbike riders).
Therefore, we had to drive another 20 km farther down the Amalfi road to the town of Solerno, where we could take a major highway back to Naples and then back to Sorrento. If possible, that 20 km was even more hair raising than the previous leg.
Once in Sorrento the sky clouded again, and as we hustled back to the hotel we got a glimpse of a little funnel cloud.
As far as we know, it never touched down or did any damage.
Thanks to Wombat-Socho for indulging me and
linking this (and my other Italy Rule 5 posts) on The Other McCain for the last two weeks.
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