Breakfast in the dining room of the hotel Pisacane in Sapri. Very good, but no fresh bread rolls, just yesterday’s sliced bread. And like almost every place, prosciutto crudo, but not cotto. When I was checking out, the Boxer was still there, dozing on his bed. Has he moved since last night? Oh, yes, he doesn’t sleep here at night. Continue reading “Day 17, Wednesday, Amalfi”
Day 16, Tuesday, Sapri
Laundry night again. I’m in the most beautiful place, Sapri, about 150km south of Salerno. Once again it was chosen only on the basis that it was a 2 hour ride after a late lunch and it was time to book a hotel. Continue reading “Day 16, Tuesday, Sapri”
Day 15, Monday, Syracusa
Breakfast on the terrace again, with a view over the Meditteranean. I realised that if you can see a satellite TV dish, you know where south is, you don’t need a compass or the sun. It hadn’t occurred to me before. Another large jug of Americano coffee. This stuff is rocket fuel. I considered discreetly pouring it onto a nearby pot plant, then decided to have just one cup today. Continue reading “Day 15, Monday, Syracusa”
Day 14, Sunday, Agrigento
Breakfast on the terrace. You cannot tell where the sea meets the sky. I had a jug of Americano coffee, 2 mugs full. The plan today was to look at the ruins. I walked down to the train, bus and taxi station. I could not see anywhere to buy a bus ticket. Pressure was starting to build, from that coffee. I looked for a WC, and remembered that train stations seemed to have them. Continue reading “Day 14, Sunday, Agrigento”