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Published: September 1st 2015
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One more time a-walkin we will go
On Sunday (30 August) we ventured forth for the final walk, this time to Positano. Setting off from Grotta Biscotto we were very quickly in the wilds. This is the actual Sentiero degli Dei (Path of the Gods) and it is with good reason that it bears this name. Today we saw vistas that are virtually indescribable. Suffice to say, the sense of being suspended somewhere between heaven and the deep, endless expanse of an ultramarine sea was breathtaking. And terrifying. At times on the path there was very little between us and sheer precipices dropping away to I don't know where, because I did not dare get close enough to the edge to look! We encountered more people today, Most were doing the walk the opposite way to us. There were Americans, Germans, French and some locals, very fit, wiry men who appeared to be jogging (!). I continued to smell fennel and the winey smells of over ripe grapes. Flowers dotted the path and delighted me as did the many fig, olive and chestnut trees. Today I sampled some oregano I found growing on the path, lemon thyme, a strange little red
berry which did not taste pleasant and later, once we had come back to roads and civilisation, blackberries which were delicious! We sampled the blackberries courtesy of a police man who had stopped his motor bike to sample some and we joined him to try some too. We so enjoyed this walk for the places of striking natural beauty we passed through. At times we were walking through very dark wooded patches. The scenery was always amazing. When we got to a small town called Monte Pertuso, we called into a salumeria to purchase buffalo mozzarella, mortadella, panini and some beer. The very friendly owner chatted to us later as we sat drinking our well earned cooling beer in the piazetta. After discussing whether he was related to someone with the same surname known to Mark in Adelaide, he took us through the new premises the shop is relocating to by Christmas.The panino we chomped our way through for lunch was, with accompanying gorgeous scenery very good.Eventually we came to the outskirts of Positano.At that point, it was time to descend about 1400 steps to the town. I did not count the steps, I have been told there were that
many. My legs would not stop trembling by the time we reached the bottom. I'm just grateful we were going down at the time!Our hotel was lovely once again and we had a beautiful view from our balcony. The day was so hot that, after venturing into town for a look around, we retreated to the coolness of our room. It was a Sunday and the streets were thronged with visitors. It was just too hot and too crowded. The infinity pool was much nicer!The pattern of our days has come to and end. No more waking up at 6.30 to walk for hours. No more a new town to explore every day. No more glorious sunsets and moon rises. I am especially amazed at the way my body, (a body which is not normally subjected to sustained exercise), coped with these long walks. I have a new found respect for how strong it is and a sense that, no matter how far you have to go, it really is all about just putting one foot in front of the other. There is a powerful lesson in that. I think I may have discovered a taste for hiking...The Amalfi Coast
is truly spectacular and I am glad I have at last had the opportunity to discover it.
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