Today we had our first taste of real Italian driving.
The hotel had booked us a taxi to the airport, and I’m pretty sure that the driver had rolled out of bed to pick us up, as he was pretty darned disheveled and smelt like ass!
The city streets were pretty much deserted at it was Sunday morning at 6.30am, but the speed limit of 60kph was still in force, at least I think it was.
We started driving through the city at 90kph, which was frightening enough for this old Nanna, but that was nothing in comparison to the speed he got that tiny little car up to on the motorway!
We hit 150kph!
I wasn’t sure we were actually going to make it to the airport alive, let alone get to Positano.
The highlight of the trip was actually when he yawned massively, stretched his arms, yes, both of them, over his head, and crossed them over his chest. Leaving the steering wheel to fend for itself whilst the car continued along at 150kph!
I think he may have actually forgotten he was behind the wheel and thought he was in his lounge room.
Luckily for us, the speed he achieved, meant the time spent in the vehicle was substantially reduced and we made it to Palermo airport, physically unharmed. Heart rate substantially higher than it should be, but still alive.
I don’t have any photos of the journey because it was like being in the Gravitron at Luna Park, the G force of the speeding car, meant that I was pinned to my seat the entire way and incapable of reaching for my camera, but if I could, I would have photographed the speedometer so you would all believe me.
Seriously people, there’s a bus that goes from Palermo to the airport, TAKE IT!!!!!
You have been warned!
The flight to Naples was quick and uneventful, even if it was on an aeroplane that didn’t have a 7 in it’s name, I was already so desensitized by the taxi ride, that I could have flown strapped to the wings on a bi-plane and been relaxed.
We arrived ahead of schedule at Naples and met our driver who drove us along the glorious winding roads of the Amalfi Coast to the most beautiful place in the world, at least it is to me. Positano!
We had to wait for our room to be ready as we were 4 hours early, but none of us cared because we were at the Buca di Bacco, our favourite hotel, in Positano, our favourite place.
We didn’t do much except relax for the day and eat at a local restaurant. D’arcy began her retail therapy today when she allowed me to buy her a gorgeous linen dress from one of the lovely shops here. Oh to be 12 and gorgeous!
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Wow D'arcy I love the dress ! its Beautiful !
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