The Amalfi coast is famous for it's dramatic scenery, plunging hillsides, hairpin turns, and lemons the size of cantaloupes. The driving is not for the faint-hearted, crazy even by Italian standards. There are two options to avoiding a collision: driving into the cliff wall, or driving off the cliff. This doesn't stop the brazen drivers, including those on the ubiquitous scooters, from driving like they're being chased by the Mafia. All in all it makes for a fun drive, if one likes staring at the bumper of the car in front of you and the grill of the car behind you in your rear view mirror.
The character of the countryside changed dramatically as we headed south and reached the Naples region. Think Tijuana, only with Italians. Trash everywhere, dirty, butt-ugly buildings, people with webbed feet (ok, maybe I made that up), even worse drivers. I wouldn't recommend the Amalfi Coast unless you visit in the dead of winter, or by helicopter or boat.
Driving in Italy is like giving a bunch of 14 year olds a car, and two rules: drive on the right (usually), and try not to hit anything. No other rules seem to be followed, much less enforced. Speed limits, signs, merging, turn signals, right-of-way; all just much ado about nothing.
Seriously.
We stayed here in Maiori.
Nice place, built into the cliff.
Above the marina (that's a road the people are walking on).
Straight down into the sea.
A bit early in the season for sun bathing.
Amalfi Coast "sand." Better bring your water shoes.
Feet in the Mediterranean!
Restaurant with boat dock.
One of the fishing boats in the marina.
My view while driving.
Huge lemons!
Sea urchins hanging about.
Three older Fiat 500s in a row (Kirsty's new love!)
It tasted as good as it looks!!
Peace.
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