We had never heard of it before but right here at our little village is the start of one of the most famous and picturesque footpaths in the world. The Path of the Gods takes you from “heaven” to the sparkling Mediterrenean sea.
www.in-italia.com/italy/campania/hiking-path-sentieri-degli-dei/
The walk down covers a distance of 7 kilometres along the high precipitous cliffs and deep gorges facing the cobalt blue waters of the Salerno Gulf. The track was precarious and breathtaking with one section from the hamlet of Nocelle to the coast road descending rapidly with a series of 1700 steps.
Ooow, my jelly legs!
www.in-italia.com/italy/campania/hiking-path-sentieri-degli-dei/
Bomerano is 635m above sea level and is the closest place for us to buy our supplies. We started at the piazza with an espresso and then as the clock at the Church of St. Matteo Apostolo chimed 9 we set off along the daring mule track that for centuries was the only connection between Agerola and Positano.
Along the way we admired terraced grape and lemon yards, fig trees bursting with fruit and olive trees growing in the most unbelievable places. Ancient rock houses still existed next to other incredible cliffside architecture.
Along the way we admired terraced grape and lemon yards, fig trees bursting with fruit and olive trees growing in the most unbelievable places. Ancient rock houses still existed next to other incredible cliffside architecture.
The walk down covers a distance of 7 kilometres along the high precipitous cliffs and deep gorges facing the cobalt blue waters of the Salerno Gulf. The track was precarious and breathtaking with one section from the hamlet of Nocelle to the coast road descending rapidly with a series of 1700 steps.
Ooow, my jelly legs!
We stopped at the top of Positano for a well-earned ice-cream and heard a nearby clock tower chime 12 noon. An invigorating 3 hour walk to one of Italy’s most famous beaches but we weren’t there yet. It took us another hour to walk through the town of Positano, looking in the windows and stopping for a Panini with a view until we got to walk along the black sand and then into the clear water of the Mediterranean. Ahhhhh! BLISS.
It was gorgeous being in the water and looking back at the mountain we had just walked down. The girls loved the gentle waves and we couldn’t rush them out. We knew we wouldn’t make the 3pm bus. We let the 4pm bus go but we couldn’t afford to miss the 5pm bus, so back up to the top of Positano we trudged and waited on the side of the very narrow road for the bus to Amalfi.
If we thought we could relax on that bus trip home we were very wrong…
AchingLee
Forget the Walk. What about the bus ride!!
Ok, the walk was great but if you were at Disneyland you would pay big money for this ride. From Positano to Amalfi is about 15 klms, then from Amalfi to Furore (home) is about the same distance again, on "not for the faint hearted" roads that have umpteen hairpin bends and snakes its way around the amazing coastline. What there is though is a sheer drop on one side that would mean certain death for any unfortunate car or bus.
We chose bus and the ride was on!
At breathtaking speeds and equally breathtaking braking, the bus driver manouvered his machine without worry or care, scraping plants on the side of the road down the side of the bus and not stopping to slow down for oncoming traffic, only until there was absolutely no chance of scraping through would he then throw out the anchor. Then comes the Mexican stand-off with tooting and waving. Funny enough, nobody really gets upset and it normally ends up with about 10 cars reversing and the bus (taking paint off both sides) proceeding for another acceleration that is like coming out of a cannon. I never have experienced a bus trip doing those speeds especially up hills with sheer drops.
To his credit though we all made it home alive and can now confirm all rumours about the Italian drivers.
Paul
Forget the Walk. What about the bus ride!!
Paul
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