Resting our Legs on the Amalfi coast...

When we arrived at the ferry terminal of Cagliari we found that the only ferry leaving was destined for Naples, so off to the rubbish dump we go. Unfortunately Naples is not quite as it once was, the rubbish tips have run out of space and it is not the place for two little Aussie cyclists looking for adventure. So after a few hours and a game of charades with the ticket lady, we managed to put our bikes on a boat to sunny Sorrento.

You may well think we are a little bit silly riding our bikes, however we are not quite brainless enough to pull our load around the enormous cliffs and hair-raising roads of the Amalfi coast. In fact, the coatal road was just like the Great Ocean Road, except a couple of hundred feet higher up, and a fair bit narrower. In hindsight the bus ride around the road was probably enough of an adrenalin rush, especially when it is near clock-off time for the driver.



We hung out with well dressed Italians and wealthy tourists in Sorrento. They stayed in glamourous hotels, whilst we happened to find ourselves a camp ground in the middle of town. It was perfect, so we stayed, enjoyed, rested our legs and visited fancy places.

The village of Positano was a favourite, and thankfully Mt. Vesuvius kept it's top on whilst we visited Pompeii.