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San Lazzaro
Our friend's shop Our last day in San Lazzaro and we have planned to travel by bus down to the town of Amalfi. The heart says drive, the head says go by bus. The bus wins out this time. We need to buy our tickets so we head off to the bar. They had some for Amalfi the other day. Sorry you need to get them from the news agent. Not a problem. This time we have tickets for there and back. The bus leaves at 14:20. We leave our options open for the return. Maybe 17:00 or 19:00 depending on what we find to do.
We now have a few hours to fill in so time to explore the town of San Lazzaro a bit more. Shops are all open, a man has his garage open will all manner of things for sale (Italian garage sale), and then we discover the gastronomikey. Oh yes, lunch. We are welcomed inside by a delightful young man. “You try, free?” He takes a wicked cake (sfogliatella) out of the cabinet, cuts it in half and hands it over. We buy two cappuccinos. We discuss the world events, people come and go, everyone is happy. Soon
San Lazzaro
Up the street from the apartment it is time to pay. We buy some more wicked delights and as we leave our host goes to the chiller and gives us a bottle of water. That is how it is. Another friend for life.
After a wicked lunch we took the short walk to the bus stop. The weather was clouding over and there was a threat of rain. It was getting quite cool. Just as well we had not planned for a swim today. We had a chat with a German couple who had walked up from Amalfi and were taking the bus back. Our driver didn’t recognize us from yesterday, friendships never last long in this busy area. He drove down the zig zag road, talking to passengers behind him, arms waving around, tooting on blind corners, braking suddenly. Meanwhile the rest of us marvelled at the million dollar views. One lady got on and attempted to pay cash. She now has a friend for life. Just the way it is.
Arriving at the town of Amalfi it was certainly a mecca for tourists. We mingled with our fellow rich and famous wondering how the ordinary people live their lives in such surroundings.
Amalfi
Too cold for swimming and sunbathing today We took in a waterfront walk, rounding one corner some of the tour party were at risk of being blown away. Back in the town we had time to visit Duomo di Amalfi which holds the crypt of St Andrew.
We decided it was getting too cold to stay much longer so we made our way to the bus stop for the 1700 bus. The crowds waiting for the bus gave us the feeling it was going to be a chaotic return to San Lazzaro. We got talking to an interesting Australian woman who had her friends from Turkey, Ukraine, and Azerbaijan with her. They had a real language barrier because they did not have a common language between them. Would make for an interesting conversation around the dining table. As the time went on, the crowds got bigger and buses didn’t turn up. Our Australian friend got angrier and angrier. She hadn’t had a good day. Finally a bus arrived. Two hundred people weren’t going to get on board but they certainly tried. Our Australian friend did. A few minutes later another bus arrived. We got on and managed to get a seat. How the buses got up
Amalfi
Around into the next bay and beyond the hill with so many on board is a surprise.
It turned out that on this particular Saturday large groups of people drove themselves to the top of the hill to walk down. The bus company had to make on the spot decisions to organize extra buses. Unfortunately communication with the travellers was non existent. Waiting at the top was our red Ferrari. It takes a brave man to drive such a car around these narrow winding streets.
Our final night in San Lazzaro deserves a nice meal so we dine at Leonardos.
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