Tuesday, May 14th
There was a problem with today's route in that the early part of the route had been blocked by a landslide. This meant that we had to take a train from near the hotel to about 9km into the original route, and there was some confusion about the train timetables etc - I didn't get away until after 10:30am as a result:
Then there was further confusion about getting back onto "piste", but fortunately the climb to Pisciotta was nice and the town lovely:
Back to the coast and a rather late coffee was at a little beach "hut" with a spectacular view of the next road tunnel and some very well laid out umbrellas ready for the season. However, the cappuccinos were week, and served in plastic cups with a straw.
However, we did get some amusement from the following unintended "wardrobe malfunction" (you know who you are):
Most of the work today involved a 10 km climb which was relatively steady and therefore not too difficult. What made it really worthwhile was the view looking forward at the summit rather than back from where we had come. This is the town of San Giovanni Apiro:
Most of the work today involved a 10 km climb which was relatively steady and therefore not too difficult. What made it really worthwhile was the view looking forward at the summit rather than back from where we had come. This is the town of San Giovanni Apiro:
And lunch was in a bar with a view down the coast as well as a digger doing some construction work next door.
Finally in Sapri, our overnight stop-over, the beer club reunited for a quick one before the entree and main course started at the usual time of 6:00pm.
Dinner turned out to be another Trip Advisor inspired search for the best restaurant in town, all of which seemed to shut on Martedi (Tuesday). So we followed the "scots" into a Pizzeria and had a lovely meal which included Black Rissoto (with squid ink), spaghetti with squid ink, various mixed grills (we're needing more meat), and some quite ordinary pizzas for Italy.
On the way back we all fancied a gelati, and a limoncello, but again the "best gelati in Sapri" was closed, and we settled for second best without the limoncello - just as well, perhaps.
Back at the hotel we were all berated by the night clerk whose mate apparently owned a restaurant called Jolly, and because we'd ignored the hotels recommendation, hadn't done as well as expected (we're sure there was a "cut" involved). Perhaps they didn't realise that we tourists wouldn't go into an Italian restaurant called Jolly, even if they paid us. We're also pretty street wise by now, having spent almost two weeks cycling in Italy.
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