The Rhyme of the Amalfian Mariner

What do with a day to kill in Sorrento(Italy). Beautiful weather so we decided to hit the waves and hire a boat.There were a variety a crafts available

with optional skipper so we chose our craft, a sort of inflatable dinghy with a high powered motor plus our skipper Ciccio, voted captain of the year at some stage. Turns out the sea was not as calm as we would have liked

and our craft not as stable  smashing us down with bone-jarring regularity.Ciccio was interesting especially when trying to hit on Claire.

Eventually made it to Positano for some acceptable gelato and unacceptable crowds.

Then back onto the SS Bone Shaker to the Isle of Capri

with a stop for lunch.

If only I had worked just a little bit harder

Then back on board again for a particularly rough crossing back to Sorrento, which involved cold winds and cold sea spray.

Arrived safely but cold and wet and sunburnt.

Barely enough energy to drag ourselves out for another magnificent feast

No more stair but Claire

Easy 11K walk to Sorrento via Massa Lubrense with stop for cappucino.

We make a new friend

Vesuvius

Capri

Bay of Naples

Sorrento

Walk through throngs at Sorrento(Italy) discovering that walking poles held facing forward will clear a swathe of tourists with great effect. While waiting for the imminent arrival of Claire, we refresh our palates at Davide's gelateria.

Reunion with Claire then to the Buffalita Inn for a buffalo mozarella themed lunch

followed by another stop at Davide on the way back to the hotel.
Hit the negronis etc for pre-dinner drinkies

then dinner at Il Buco.

Summertime was nearly over, blue Italian sky above

"She wore a meatball on her finger"
       -Frank Sinatra

Recovering from the grande bouffe of last night we wandered off to the village of Termini accompanied by views of the Isle of Capri.

Mt Vesuvius

The Isle of Capri

The Isle of Capri

What is Olaf doing here, Ella

and how did he get up on the roof

Mt Vesuvius

Routine stop for gelato before ascending to vantage point. Stopped on way back by shyster bar owner who roped us in for a pleasant but exorbitant lunch. He even tried to sell us a bottle of limoncello, a local liqueur made from crushed urinal tablets with the addition of industrial alcohol.
Bus back to San'Agata then dinner at local trattoria surrounded by dogs and cats.