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- Giorno 57
- venerdì 30 agosto 2019
- ⛅ 25 °C
- Altitudine: 1.092 m
TurchiaChurches of Göreme38°38’41” N 34°49’57” E
D57 Turkey - Konya to Cappadocia

A Snapshot of Our Day
Photo 1 - We stopped briefly for a loo stop on our way to Cappadocia and apparently it is Independence Day! We witnessed part of a formal ceremony (we didn’t understand a word but they were all very enthusiastic presenters!) and then possibly the most underwhelming marching ceremony ever. Mete said that it’s only because the police were asked to march...and in comparison to the army soldiers they’re a bit clueless. While we waited for the others to finish drinking tea we made valuable use of our time by chasing another puppy around.
Photo 2 - Mums, we thought you would appreciate this shot; bearing in mind your appreciation for all things blue tinted glass!
Photo 3 - Our first glimpse of the “Fairy Chimneys” of Cappadocia! I can’t wait to see them up close!
Photo 4 - 2 minutes into our valley walk and we were already harvesting the fresh fruit; we saw pear, fig and apple trees as well as low lying grape vines and tomato crops. The pears were just ripe and we had to pull ourselves away before we gave ourselves stomach aches.
Photo 5 - Brent thought it necessary to climb up a steep hill and explore a hole in the rock. He may have cursed once or twice on descent.
Photo 6 - A few members of the group exploring one of many valleys in the area, which was amazingly fertile. Some of the land is privately owned by locals so occasionally we would walk past someone selling orange juice from a small shack. While we walked a 5km loop the other guys decided they wanted to enjoy the valley on horse back!
Photo 7 - One of several old churches that were created inside the volcanic deposits. The inner layers of rock are apparently very soft in comparison to the harder exterior, so it was very easy for people to carve them out and create rooms to reside, or in this case worship in.
Photo 8 - We were able to have a brief walking tour of the Turasan Winery, and were invited to sample 3 of their wines; a rose, a white and a red. Most of us purchased a bottle afterwards as we were gearing up for wine and cheese night at sunset! I purchased one of their dry white wines (a variety called Emir) which went down very well with the crew.
Photo 9 - Mete had been to the local supermarket to buy bread, breadsticks, cake, chips and nuts, a variety of cheeses and some cured meat. He very kindly arranged it all on plastic plates and we all poured the wine and dug in; Mete had prime position for dinner and didn’t move an inch the whole time we were up the mountain! Genius.
Photo 10 - It was such a majestic way to see the Rose Valley, and so it was no wonder that we saw not one, but two bridal parties having their sunset photos taken.Leggi altro
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- Giorno 56
- giovedì 29 agosto 2019
- ☀️ 26 °C
- Altitudine: 1.032 m
TurchiaKonya37°52’19” N 32°29’56” E
D56 Turkey - Antalya to Konya

A Snapshot of Our Day
Photo 1 - Anthony was clearly heartbroken at the fact that we were leaving our last sea side town.
Photo 2 - Welcome to Konya! We were told that it wasn’t an overly touristy city and that now we were heading towards the east, the locals were a lot more conservative. Our first impressions are that all good; it’s really clean and tidy, with lots of open public spaces including the main plaza with a huge mosque and park.
Photo 3 - The entrance to the main mosque and Dervish museum. The top of the main entrance has a chain hanging across so when you enter you are forced to bow your head; a small nod in respect to God.
Photo 4 - Despite being squished like sardines by a swelling number of Asian tour groups, we were able to admire the beautiful interior of yet another mosque. There are 7 principles of Mevlana, one of the reasons for the mosque generating interest:
1. In generosity and helping others, be like a river.
2. In compassion and grace, be like the sun.
3. In concealing others’ faults, be like the night.
4. In angry and fury, be like the dead.
5. In modesty and humility, be like the earth.
6. In tolerance, be like the sea.
7. Either exist as you are, or be as you look.
Photo 5 - A member of the Dervish sect that had the role of getting the milk, bread and Mars Bars from the shops.
Photo 6 - A scene set out of how the Dervish men would have sat around to eat a meal. They had a particular way of sitting while they ate, with one knee underneath them and the other propped up; the theory being that the gently pressure on the stomach would prevent any potential gluttonous thoughts. Not convinced this would be an effective portion control method for me!
Photo 7 - The beautiful back streets of Konya led us to many a clothing, jewellery and knick knacks store.
Photo 8 - The show of the Whirling Dervishes is now free every Thursday evening and was entrancing; the meditative and controlled spinning is an act to help these men feel closer to God. I’m still amazing that no one was sick after you to 8 minutes of spinning around and around!
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- Giorno 55
- mercoledì 28 agosto 2019
- ☀️ 36 °C
- Altitudine: 38 m
TurchiaKaraalioğlu Parkı36°52’53” N 30°42’29” E
D55 Turkey - Antalya

A Snapshot of Our Day
Photo 1 - The Aspendos Theatre, another Roman wonder that dates back to 155BC. Every September the theatre is used for several operatic performances and we were gutted to discover that we were a few short days of seeing a performance of ‘Carmen’! The complex was in the midst of being set up and so our friend Gina gave us a performance of her own, being a professional singer and music teacher.
Photo 2 - As it was already 36C by 10am we weren’t super enthused at the prospect of walking up a hill to see a “spectacular” view of the theatre, but it was worth it in the end.
Photo 3 - They are incredibly worn down now but these are wall decorations date back 700 years.
Photo 4 - We stopped for a mid morning snack at a tiny roadside cafe where we enjoyed watching the older lady prepare and cook for us some fresh gozleme. Easily the best gozleme we’ve had so far, and was made even better by glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice.
Photo 5 - For lunch we went to a restaurant that only served two things - meatballs and a local bean salad. Naturally we ordered both to share; the rich salad comprised of white beans, red capsicum, tahini, olive and sesame oils and was garnished with chopped boiled egg. Served with fresh bread and salad it was surprisingly delicious, but I highly doubt it will get the same reaction back in North Melbourne!
Photo 6 - ‘Hadrian’s Gate’; one of several ancient gates that take you from standing in the new to the old town of Antalya.
Photo 7 - All of the Turkish sweets. It’s a miracle that you don’t see dentists on every corner.
Photo 8 - Anthony spotted a shop in the old town that were clearly making the statement that gourds are too good to be eaten. Why eat a vegetable when it could be transformed into a lamp?
Photo 9 - Token souvenir bookmarks are in abundance and we love it!
Photo 10 - A funky sign painted onto an electrical pole, just in case you needed reminding of where you were.Leggi altro
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- Giorno 54
- martedì 27 agosto 2019 20:55
- ⛅ 29 °C
- Altitudine: 22 m
TurchiaAhi Yusuf Mescidi36°53’4” N 30°42’17” E
D54 Turkey - Kas to Antalya

A Snapshot of Our Day
Photo 1 - The best part about sleeping on the deck of a boat is your body waking up to natural light. Most of us were up enjoying the first signs of sunlight just before 6am, and some took full advantage by having a pre-breakfast swim in the cool water.
Photo 2 - Dozens of green houses (currently unused) in a nearby valley, which will primarily be used for tomato production in the cooler seasons.
Photo 3 - On our way to Antalya we stopped to visit the protected ruins of the church of Saint Nicholas. Our guide Mete had told us that this is a common visiting spot for Russian and German tourists and sure enough, shortly after we arrived we were surrounded by tourists who had clearly made a bee line to see St. Nicholas’ grave. I tried to keep clear of the swelling crowds and found myself admiring the worn paintings on the interior walls and domes of the chapel.
Photo 4 - More paintings worn down over time.
Photo 5 - Apparently you can buy anything at gift shops; “authentic hand painted” mugs, fridge magnets...and live cats. Do you have room for another one Es and Beth?
Photo 6 - The Myra Rock Graves, 4/5th century architecture, representative of the Lycian classical period. These rock facades were built to almost imitate wooden carvings, and they were really haunting to look at. The graves are all blocked off so we were unable to go up too close but we were told that there are noticeable differences and characteristics that would help a visitor to gain information about the social status of the owner.
A good tip for us to distinguish between Lycian and Roman architecture was that the Romans would build up from the ground and create free standing works; the Lycians would take to using the environment and building into and on the current landscapes.
Photo 7 - There were many stairways and passageways that led us up and around to different parts of the acropolis. There was a large theatre complex that we had fun exploring and posing in. Of course.
Photo 8 - The sea side town of Antalya is the location of Turkey’s largest international sea resort which, combined with many other attractions, makes it very popular with tourists. We arrived mid afternoon and the majority of us made a bee line towards a local Haman (Turkish bath) where we were separated according to gender and pampered for 2 hours, for a mere 50AUD. This included a sauna session, a full body scrub (I’m surprised I have any skin left!), a foam wash and rinse, relaxation time with free apple tea and an olive oil massage to finish. Us girls had a bonus and very spontaneous dance session with one of the employees while we were drinking our tea, which we loved!
We all left in a daze and took our time wandering back to the Old Town where our hotel is located.
Photo 9 - Ant and I have decided to sell in the Subaru for some newer hot wheels.
Photo 10 - Majority of dogs and cats who are not owned by residents in Turkey are vaccinated by the Government, but it is the local community that continues to keep them in good health. We walked past a cat park and there were 20 or so little cat houses set up with volunteers giving out information and taking donations for the future care of this city’s cat population. My wall against cats is slowly crumbling down...Leggi altro
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- Giorno 53
- lunedì 26 agosto 2019 21:10
- 🌙 26 °C
- Altitudine: 361 m
TurchiaKas36°12’25” N 29°38’42” E
D53 Turkey - Fethiye to Kas

A Snapshot of Our Day
Photo 1 - We stopped in the picturesque seaside village of Kas (pronounced Kash), for only 2 hours! We both instantly fell in love with the towns’ lack of tourists, the amount of coffee shops, and the beautiful cobble stone streets that paved their way to dozens of shops and other monuments. Mete promised us “the best” calamari of the tour here (of course to be accompanied by an Efes beer), and ‘Smileys Restaurant’ certainly delivered. Anthony, despite his initial enthusiasm, struggled to finish his generous portion of deep fried goodness, while I drowned my sickly sorrows in lentil soup. Again.
Photo 2 - Livestock and a tree from the bus. Story of our lives right now!
Photo 3 - We briefly stopped for a dip at Kaputas Beach, which did include a somewhat steep climb down and up. But if it was 30-plus degrees outside and you saw this view, could you resist temptation?
Photo 4 - Exploring the charming village of Kas. We were devastated that we only had limited time to explore, but were productive with our time and it’s definitely now on the “To return ASAP” list!
Photo 5 - The happy crew; eagerly tucking into a seafood feast, and trying hard not to piff bread rolls at the annoying girl behind the lens telling them to “Smile!”.
Photo 6 - We came across the cutest little bookshop in Kas, and to our surprise the owner spoke brilliant English. As we purchased our items she persuaded us to buy an additional notebook that had their late leader Atatürk splashed across the front cover. She spoke with such pride and passion about this “country’s father” and the role he had in advocating for female rights, so we could hardly refuse!
Photo 7 - Our neighbours at the first swimming stop on our overnight cruise along the Turquoise coast near Üçağız. We had barely lowered the anchor before everybody had grabbed goggles, flippers and swimming noodles and jumped into the clear, cooling water for some fun!
Photo 8 - Although it is illegal to swim in this protected area, we were able to enjoy the ancient sunken cities of nearby Kekova Island from the comfort of our boat.
Photo 9 - Enjoying a glass of chai in between swims.
Photo 10 - The Captain’s wife and our now adopted mother, Saboe, prepared for us one of the tastiest dinners yet on the tour. Mete had built up our expectations but even so she exceeded them, and did so from a kitchen no more than 1.5m square, and with no oven. Meanwhile, Captain Mehmet cranked up the tiny BBQ at the back of the boat and grilled up some chicken tenderloins, evoking smells that quickly drew the last few swimmers out of the water!Leggi altro
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- Giorno 52
- domenica 25 agosto 2019
- ⛅ 33 °C
- Altitudine: 10 m
TurchiaÇalış Beach36°39’39” N 29°6’45” E
D52 Turkey - Pamukkale to Fethiye

A Snapshot of Our Day
Photo 1 - Caught one of the public buses to Fethiye, but had the bonus of allocated seats! Some people weren’t so lucky...
Photo 2 - I’m still not comfortable buying them.
Photo 3 - Mete took us to a local restaurant in Fethiye that prepared about 30 different hot and cold mezze dishes, and also had seperate kebab and pide kitchens. I got stuck into my plate of cooked greens along with a yogurt dish with roasted vegetables and fresh bread.
Photo 4 - The Oludeniz Blue Lagoon was at the end of a 3km stretch of beach, and was clearly popular with the locals despite the entrance fee (sun beds and brollies cost extra of course). We opted to walk 50m to the other side of the inlet where it there were less people, the water was clearer, and the beer was closer.
Photo 5 - “Waterproof” phone case anyone?
Photo 6 - Mr. Cool.
Photo 7 - Our side of the bay, pure bliss.
Photo 8 - Our side of the bay, pure bliss.
Photo 9 - We found the rest of our tour group and enjoyed a drink while the sun prepared its bed. The DJ provided only on category of music - pure rubbish.
Photo 10 - Ant and I, plus Beau and Brent from our tour group, attempted to find a local and well priced sea front eatery for dinner. I’m not a fan of being approached every 17 seconds and having a menu thrust into my hands...probably why we don’t eat in Lygon Street very often!Leggi altro
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- Giorno 51
- sabato 24 agosto 2019
- ☀️ 32 °C
- Altitudine: 273 m
TurchiaPamukkale White Terraces37°55’6” N 29°7’21” E
D51 Turkey - Selcuk to Pamukkale

A Snapshot of Our Day
Photo 1 - Those of us not too sickly this morning walked a few minutes up the hill to an old Roman church that Saint John the apostle is believed to have been buried. Our guide Mete made it very clear that this may have been THE John....or maybe A John.
Photo 2 - This was a sign that helped the Romans with their building strategy, think side A goes with side B. I’m sure IKEA has been inspired by this forward thinking initiative.
Photo 3 - From the Saint John fortress there were beautiful views of many orange and pomegranate fields!
Photo 4 - The cats at our hotel were hilarious. We think it was a mother and two daughters combo who were constantly chasing themselves around and playing in the small courtyard.
Photo 5 - My feet enjoying the soothing feel of the Pamukkale calcium deposits. They formed the coolest patterns that made it really easy to hike our way to the top!
Photo 6 - The small pools of water that were staggered up the mountain were full of tourists, both Turkish and international. We soon discovered that many young Turkish children don’t like the feel of rough ground under their feet, and choose to throw public tantrums in protest. Sigh.
Photo 7 - Mr. Cool.
Photo 8 - Halfway to the top! There were some pool at the bottom of the mountain that had been drained, perhaps because people preferred a more scenic swim!
Photo 9 - The so called “Cleopatra’s Pool” which was located at the summit, was a popular destination for all due to the waters famous healing and soothing qualities (If you have been diagnosed with CCF, varicose veins or even chronic dandruff, then make a been line for Pamukkale!). We all paid the small entry fee to enter and spent a good 1.5 hours enjoying the cool waters, while trying to not stub put toes on the ancient Roman ruins that lay underneath us!
Photo 10 - We raced down the hill in the hope that we’d get the classic sunset -reflecting-off-the-pond look. Alas, no luck. But we did enjoy another striking end to our day!Leggi altro
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- Giorno 50
- venerdì 23 agosto 2019
- ☀️ 34 °C
- Altitudine: 16 m
TurchiaSelçuk37°56’50” N 27°22’24” E
D50 Turkey - Selcuk

A Snapshot of Our Day
Photo 1 - Ephesus is one of the best preserved ancient cities in Turkey (Hellenistic and Roman styles) and is nestled between two mountains outside Selçuk. This image shows its most significant and impressive of sites - Library of Celsus.
Photo 2 - This is the goddess Nike (pronounced n-eye-key), and the clothing brands inspiration. Note the swoosh in her draped clothing; familiar isn’t it?
Photo 3 - Archaeologists hard at work, restoring old lavishly painted walls in ancient wealthy people’s homes, while listening to classical music.
Photo 4 - Thousands of wall fragments awaiting restoration - archeology is one giant jigsaw puzzle that cant be rushed.
Photo 5 - One of the many shops selling preserves in an old Greek village; Şirince.
Photo 6 - Our lunch spot in Şirince, with its many dried chilies and eggplant bundles lining the roof. The Gozleme was so delicious we forgot to photograph it.
Photo 7 - Authentic Turkish coffee boiled inside the hot sand contraption. The biter coffee and bite size Turkish delight, so yum.
Photo 8 - One of the shade streets of Şirince.
Photo 9 - One of the many Ephesus artefacts collected from the site and housed in the nearby, air conditioned museum.
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- Giorno 49
- giovedì 22 agosto 2019
- ☀️ 32 °C
- Altitudine: 7 m
TurchiaSelçuk37°57’14” N 27°21’52” E
D49 Turkey - Gallipoli to Selcuk

A Snapshot of Our Day
Photo 1 - Ancient city of Troy
Photo 2 - Pergamon Acropolis theatre
Photo 3 - Pergamon Acropolis columns
Photo 4 - Ongoing archeological works at Pergamon Acropolis
Photo 5 - Home cooked vegetarian meal made by rug weavers.
Photo 6 - Inside the rug weaving store.
Photo 7 - Veggie lunch.
Photo 8 - Pergamon Acropoli Hospital
Photo 9 - Roman theatre at Hospital.
Photo 10 - Mixed Grill!!Leggi altro
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- Giorno 48
- mercoledì 21 agosto 2019
- ⛅ 26 °C
- Altitudine: Livello del mare
TurchiaEceabat40°11’14” N 26°22’1” E
D48 Turkey - Istanbul to Gallipoli

A Snapshot of Our Day
Photo 1 - Road stop gozleme with cheese, spinach and spiced potato. It was a bit of a juggle on the thought as it was so hot!
Photo 2 - Anzac Cove memorial.
Photo 3 - Looking inland at Anzac Cove to Sphinx rock.
Photo 4 - Lone Pine cemetery. It’s a place that evokes much emotion, as you read the inscriptions and the age of those lost.
‘Their glory shall not be blotted out’
‘The heavens morning breaks and earths vain shadows flee’
‘Greater love hath no man than this’
‘Behind all shadows standeth God’
‘Deeds not words’
‘No burdens yonder’
Photo 5 - Simpson’s grave. Simpson and his Donkey who famously supported the ANZACs.
Photo 6 - Australian trenches of the ‘gentleman’s war’, a mere 20m from their opponents.
Photo 7 - Mustafa Kemal, The Father of Turkey - Atatürk. He played a significant role in Gallipoli and subsequently the foundation of the Republic of Turkey which he was the first president of beginning in 1923.
Photo 8 - Reconstructed trenches that tourists can wander through.
Photo 9 - Catching the ferry from Eastern Europe to Asia, Turkish Anatolia.
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- Giorno 47
- martedì 20 agosto 2019
- ⛅ 27 °C
- Altitudine: 41 m
Turchiafair Istanbul41°0’42” N 28°58’32” E
D47 Turkey - Istanbul

Today is officially day 2 of our Turkish tour, and for the remainder of our time here we’re going to approach the blog with a more visual perspective. Each of our days is pretty jam packed with activities so there will be plenty of photos (and commentary) to keep you entertained!
After breakfast we left the hotel and started the walking tour which, of the next 5 hours, led us to:
-Gulhane Park, one of the biggest parks in Istanbul.
-The plaza of the Blue Mosque, which is unfortunately going under significant renovations, which means minimal viewing of its famous blue tiled dome. This plaza also houses the Hagia Sophia Museum, a huge Turkish hammam (public baths) and most important, snack carts. Shortly after we’d digested our breakfast we were introduced to the Turkish ice cream called Dondurma, which has a “gummy” consistency and is made of goats milk, sugar, salep flour and mastic gum. The ice cream vendors put on an theatrical act by stretching and pounding the icy block with a long metal stick to make it palatable, and then they tease and taunt you by pretending to drop it, steal the cone etc. I would’ve loved to have had this as a kid growing up!
-The Grand Bazaar, a HUGE labyrinth of stores selling everything from shoes to jewellery to fake Gucci tops. I believe Mete said it’s currently the world 3rd largest market, and its hard not to get completely lost!
-The Suleymaniye Mosque, an ornate 16th century mosque which has recently been renovated and is absolutely inside.
-The Spice Market for tea and Turkish delight!
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- Giorno 46
- lunedì 19 agosto 2019
- ⛅ 26 °C
- Altitudine: 41 m
Turchiafair Istanbul41°0’42” N 28°58’32” E
D46 - Greece to Turkey

We had a few hours tucked up our sleeves this morning, so after a decent sleep-in we slowly wandered around the local area (which seems a bit rough but I’m sure is absolutely safe) for coffee/pastries/pharmaceutical items. It seems very few businesses that we go to are open, so we’re trying the “wing it” approach.
All was well soon enough - coffee and pastries were devoured and we’ve stocked up on our anti-travel sickness medication for the impending amount of Turkish buses we’ll be riding!
We packed up and locked the apartment, and headed back towards Athens airport. The line in security took so long that we lost any spare time we had given ourselves to eat lunch, so fast and friendly takeaway was the go. As it happens we sat on the tarmac for almost an hour! We’re not Algean Airlines biggest fans at this point...
Once we touched down at Istanbul’s recently opened airport, which is pretty swanky pants, we managed to trade our residual francs and euros for lira. We then had the pleasure of finding a taxi - we got lucky with our incredibly grumpy old Turkish taxi driver who had initially agreed on 140 lira, tried to up the price to 160 lira once we pulled away and pulled the “I don’t speak English” stint. Tired and not wanting to cause an argument, we would only settle for 150 lira. It was a great drive, but by the time we got into the Golden Horn District our driver was fed up and didn’t even drive us to the hotel. As it turns out we only had to walk 5 minutes, and very little local traffic was present so we can forgive him this time.
We arrived at the hotel and rushed to unpack in our tiny abode which looks way more glamorous on its website, of course! We went downstairs to the lobby and met the rest of our tour group, plus our guide Mete. There is 11 of us in total, which makes a nice change from the 16 he had last week, however one person hasn’t arrived yet.
Over the next hour or so Mete went through the itinerary with us, which included some exciting changes and optional activities.
We all went out for dinner together to a local restaurant, and it was great to relax and get to know people. There’s 3 married couples, 2 single blokes and 2 girls who have been travel buddies for 18 years! The food was pretty good and there was lots of fanfare by the waiters with one balancing wine several glasses on his head while dancing down the cobbled street!
Tomorrow we do a walking tour, so sleep can’t come quick enough.Leggi altro
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- Giorno 45
- domenica 18 agosto 2019 22:02
- ⛅ 25 °C
- Altitudine: 94 m
GreciaKáto Patísia38°0’43” N 23°44’1” E
D45 Greece - Athens

We’re a short 1 hour and 45 minute plane ride from our last stop in Napoli (flying out over Mt Vesuvius) and the city feels calmer, cleaner, and safer. The language has changed, the alphabet and associated phonics have changed, and yet here I am still speaking Italian to these lovely Athenian people.
After waiting for at least half an hour to pull out from the gate in Naples, another half hour for them to dock in Athens, and then another 45 minutes for the bags to start whirling around the carousel, what was meant to be a relatively short period of travel saw us arrive at Kato Patissia metro station at 3.45pm where our B&B host’s husband named George picked us up and escorted us to our accomodation for the night. The area is north of the main centre, in what feels like a somewhat multicultural area of the burbs. The apartment is a delight and Kate has already fallen in love with it. It’s old, has relics from the 50s (like the pastel mint green powder coated bathroom) but is clean and comfortable with little modern DIY bits, like the book shelves made from repurposed cupboard drawers and window shutters (and naturally, a whitewash applied).
A quick pit stop to drop the bags off and we were back on the metro, guarding our wallets and belongings closely, as we glided along the rails to the heart of Athens. We wandered the streets around Monisteraki, strolling through the flea market featuring fake Birkenstock’s, millions of blue glass evil eyes, printed t-shirts loaded with profanities, wooden penis shaped bottle openers (don’t worry guys - you’re all getting a very small one each!), olive wood utensils and jewellers by the dozen. Following the fence lines that house the ancient ruins, we took in some of the sights such as the Acropolis and it’s imposing Parthenon from the distance. We’ll have to come back when we have more time available if we want to soak up the history in full. But for today, 60€ seemed a bit steep.
We found a rooftop bar, had a few drinks while overlooking the ruins in the distance. After a quick google session, we had located a place for dinner. Sitting down, we were both very excited by the prospect of something other than pizza or pasta (I know, I know...wash my mouth out with soap - blasphemy!). Our meal (see the obligatory daily food photo for details) included grilled meat, toasted pitas, saganaki, feta, olives and piles of tomatoes and onion. It was all going swimmingly until Kate suggested that my ‘beef’ Kabab was not ‘beef’. It looked like the menu, kind of looked like beef, but tasted like pork. After convincing myself that the ‘beef’ was ‘beef’ because it tasted a bit like ‘beef’ and why would they get it wrong, we finished our delicious meals with satisfaction. On completion, the wait staff who until now had been quite friendly, quickly cleared the table then put the bill in front of us. The waiter returned with the portable eftpos device and said ‘so how much would you like to tip the boys inside’ (referring to the cooks). I was shocked, because it’s not typical Greek culture to tip (is it?!). Interestingly, he had asked us where we were from only minutes before handing us the bill. Perhaps he’d heard American and was confused. Either way, it was a complete con and I was taken back. Not enough though to tip, because it simply wasn’t worth it. The meal was good, but not THAT good! I rounded to the nearest euro and we left without any further pleasantries. while it was a delicious meal, the final interaction left a sour taste in our mouths. Or maybe it was just me - probably the pork....Leggi altro
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- Giorno 44
- sabato 17 agosto 2019 19:59
- ⛅ 27 °C
- Altitudine: 26 m
ItaliaNaples Ferry Port40°50’35” N 14°15’22” E
D44 Italy - Napoli

Well we’re back here again, and at the same mini hotel too. It’s comfortable and conveniently located near the old town. The bus stop to the airport is nearby too, handy for our early departure tomorrow morning.
We left Praiano after a buffet breakfast at the ritzy pants hotel. I did my best to eat my moneys worth, although regretted that decision after the coffee had worked its magic and we wound our way along the curved roads in the bus towards Sorrento. I’ve never enjoyed bus trips, let alone those on curved roads. A good train journey will beat a bus every time. It’s like... do you prefer dogs or cats? City or country? Movie or park? Riding a train backwards or a bus? What’s your preference?!
We arrived in Sorrento then jumped on the Circumvesuviana train to Napoli. 32 stops later, a metro ride, and here we are again at B&B Monserrato. We wandered through the streets, ate what we believe will be our last gelato in Italy (I stand by the fact I could still have one for breakfast at the airport), and then caught up on our writing before getting ready for dinner.
Dinner was tantalisingly... underwhelming... we had planned to go to a lovely cheap trattoria that came on recommendation and coupled with excellent reviews, however they had closed for a few weeks. We then tripped north to another one of the 100 premium authentic pizzerias in Napoli, only to find that it too was closed. We weren’t having much luck so ducked into a nearby trattoria with a decent google rating above 4. It was ok; we both got a tasty yet unidentifiable part of beef with a big bone attached and plenty of fat, with a side of peppers, greens and some of the best deep fried potato chips I may have ever eaten - they were definitely the stand out part of the meal. Accompanied by a 3€ litre of red wine, the meal may not have been the blow-your-socks-off Italian feast we’d hoped for on our last night, but it was good value, and perhaps that’s something to reflect on as we compare the many amazing (and not so amazing) meals that we’ve eaten during our time in Italy. One thing’s for sure, we’ll be eating more authentic Italian style food when we get home.Leggi altro
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- Giorno 43
- venerdì 16 agosto 2019 16:09
- ⛅ 29 °C
- Altitudine: 26 m
ItaliaNaples Ferry Port40°50’35” N 14°15’22” E
D43 Italy - Praiano / Walk of the Gods

So quite a few months back I was at Nespresso Emporium buying more coffee pods, when I got chatting to the girl making my free coffee. The coffee was piping hot and I was the only one there, so had to engage in some small talk. It turned out that she was Italian, and after mentioning our pending trip to the Amalfi coast, suggested a hike for us to do - Il Sentiero degli Dei, or ‘The Walk of the Gods’. I drank my coffee, thanked her for the suggestion and thought little more of it.
Now let’s fast forward to us arriving on the Amalfi coastline - I had booked us into pretty Praiano, knowing that it sat directly below the Walk of the Gods route, between its starting point in Bomerano (accessibly from near Amalfi) and and its end in Nocelle (a mere 1500 steps uphill from Positano). So naturally, we had to walk at least part of it...
Rising early to beat the heat, we had decided to walk directly uphill, past a Basilica to a trail connection about a 1/3 of the way along from Bomerano. This shortened the walk slightly, but our entry point is when all the views west toward Positano and Capri become present. So we essentially got to see the best bits! We just had to first walk up stairs for an hour to reach the trail. After ten minutes of starting, and still in Praiano, we both needed to stop and have a breather. It seems the non stop travel is starting to wear us both down a bit - or perhaps it’s simply the extreme heat. Either way, once we got over our initial hurdle and became warmed up, the rest of the hike was a breeze.
We tracked along the trail, high above the alluring azure waters of the Amalfi coast, curving in and out of rocky faces and diving cliff gullies. We passed stumpy tough and silvery oak trees, admired the spiked blue flowers of native Eryngium and savoured the smell of Rosmarinus and wild fennel as we brushed passed it with our dust covered walking shoes. It was a walk of beauty affording wonderful views of this historic coastline.
A few hours later, we reached the town of Nocelle where a middle aged man in the little piazza in front of the local church approached Kate. While I was in the loo, I’m told he said a few words in Italian then jiggled a set of keys in front of her as he gestured towards the church. As I came out of the bathroom I caught up as he unlocked the little church and we entered, with him poking our arms as a signal of ‘come, follow me’. We walked in, and he flicked on the lights from the main power board. It was a gorgous little church, very well kept. He pointed out paintings of St Francis of Assisi, Ave Maria, Jesus and a statue of seeming significance, embedded in an alcove in the wall behind a perspex screen. This he explained slowly to us in a mixture of Italian and pigeon English, was a statue of Madonna which had its centenary in 2010. It clearly took pride of place there in the middle of the church. Further hand gesturing saw us move into the vestry (or similar) where he showed us a book - it was about 10cm thick and included snippets of the church’s history over the past decade. This appeared to be a personal project of his, recording key events over the years of his involvement (we believe he is the priest, but can’t be sure! All we know is, his name is Pasqual). He gave us a printed copy of a photo of the Madonna statue with blue all around it. This he explained was in fact a ‘naturale’ photograph - they had taken the 1910 statue outside in 2010 to photograph it amongst the sea and sky. The photo is amazing, as the sun and sky merge in a haze at an indecipherable horizon. It looks photoshopped, but it’s not. It’s naturale. On the back of one of these cards was a prayer and on the other was a hymn, to which he proceeded to sing out loud an entire verse! It was a magical moment, and hilarious all at the same time.
We left feeling humbled, with our photos of the Madonna, and a few little pewter pins with the Madonna and Jesus on each side.
1500 steps (who’s counted them, I’m not sure...) later, we arrived at the main road about 1km from Positano. As the bus whooshed straight past us, we decided to walk into town, ducking in between cars and walking quickly over the bridges as all modes of transport approached us at frightening speeds.
Positano was ‘good from far, but far from good’... in my opinion. Busy, overpopulated by people with more money than sense and full of tourists including the large groups following umbrellas and other devices. It was here we walked the main street, then took some time to call home. Technology has come a long way compared to my first European trip over a decade ago, when the internet was hard to come by and I collected rolls of film full of photos. Now, we’re up to 5000+ photos on one memory card and can video call home at any time. I wonder where we’ll be in another ten years time?
We headed back to Praiano for a quiet afternoon of sunbathing, writing this journal, scrapbooking and other life admin. We drank a beer and a few premixed Aperol spritzes on the balcony before dinner, which we enjoyed at the Pizzeria I found last night. And what a dinner it was. Old Italian men serving and cooking, no fuss or a white coat in sight. A delicious eye fillet steak for me, cooked over coals directly from the wood fire pizza oven - just perfect after last nights epic fail. Katey ate some really nice spaghetti alla vongole, and capped off the meal with a limoncello. We left with happy bellies and content minds. Tomorrow, we begin the first of three travel days to reach our next major destination - Turkey.Leggi altro
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- Giorno 42
- giovedì 15 agosto 2019
- ⛅ 28 °C
- Altitudine: 22 m
ItaliaMuseo Arsenale Amalfi40°38’2” N 14°36’5” E
D42 Italy - Ischia to the Amalfi coast

It was a sad day, for this morning we had to wave goodbye to our little apartment and the island, a place that we didn’t feel content in having fully yet explored. We bumped into Bjorn yesterday evening and he insisted that we wake him up so he could say goodbye, even if it was at 7.30am! So at 7.32am we knocked on their door and he quietly popped out and wished us all the best (in nothing but his European trunk underwear).
We got to the local marina a good 30 minutes before the boat was due to arrive, which meant ample time to find breakfast. Ant ducked into the closest bakery/cafe that looked open and returned with coffee and a bag of goodies. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so entranced by a pastry - but this thing was a culinary masterpiece, a croissant filled with pistachio cream and topped with roasted pistachios. He also got a large sugary doughnut, just in case of dire circumstances. I ate a huge peach - it was beautifully ripe and went everywhere.
The boat didn’t arrive until a few minutes after it was due (“Italian time” Ant is calling it), but within 90 seconds all 15 of us had been loaded and we were on our way! The boat probably held 150 passengers and we were lucky enough to get on at the second stop so we grabbed a spot up the back on the top level, with plenty of fresh air! After two more stops in Ischia, we set off for Capri, and then onto Amalfi. This was an all day excursion, so people had a choice of their destination - Capri or Amalfi/Positano. It took about 3 hours to get to Amalfi, but this was filled with lots of photographic moments (many of which were done by the boat’s photographer and MAY have included a Captain’s hat), reapplication of sunscreen, snacking and listening to the commentary.
Once we reached Amalfi we were able to survey just how many thousands of tourists flock here each day - the amount of boats coming and going was insane! And for good reason, as this part of Italy is just stunning - characterised by the bright, clear blue waters and sheer cliffs dotted with tiny little houses and restored monasteries.
We spent about 2 hours exploring the local area, and pretty quickly Ant surprised me by buying me my first lemon granita! I cannot tell you how grateful our bodies were for that icy, zesty drink that was topped with fresh strawberries. Yum! For lunch, we found a shady stoop and shared a caprese-stuffed panini, an arancini and some other deep fried potato thing. That plus a drink cost less than 10€, which makes it tastes even better.
We had been given information by the most enthusiastic information guide ever earlier on, and we had our bus tickets for today and for Saturday. We lined up at the local bus stop and just managed to squeeze on to the bus with our bags and even managed a seat. The driver was a bit of a speed demon, which combined with the tiny Italian roads and overhanging rocky walls, wasn’t a wonderful thing. In fact, we’re sure he hit the back of the bus into the rock wall on the way. Half an hour later and he yelled “PRAIANO!” and we jumped off not sure whether he would stop again! Luckily, our hotel was just a 5 minute walk up through the main strip, so we didn’t have to fear dodging traffic for too long. We were checked in by a lovely (and very pregnant) Italian lady who gave us all the information we needed for tomorrow’s hike. We also booked into the hotel’s restaurant for this evening, which she highly recommended we do. We were then shown to our room, which is part of a seperate block a further 100m up the road. The view from our apartment is ultimately what we are paying for (we have a direct view westward across the coastline with Positano sitting on the right), but we are going to be very comfortable and even have our own balcony to hang out on. The hotel pool coats an additional 15€ per person, so I think we’ll give that one a miss.
As the shops all close for most of the afternoon, we decided to spend a few hours lying in the Amalfi sun and writing another round of postcards. Later on, we strolled to the small grocery store and grabbed snacks and items for a picnic breakfast, as we aim to leave pretty early tomorrow! We then stopped at a local bar on the way home to enjoy Aperitivo - quickly becoming our favourite time of day. Italians love the ritual of pre dinner drinks out at a bar or cafe, which come with free nibbles (usually chips or nuts, and olives)!
Dinner was an experience - I will just say that in hindsight we should have done our research. It was quite an upmarket restaurant, and when you can only focus on the euro signs in front of you and not the beautiful surroundings then something is amiss. We ate, drank our wine and politely left - poor Ant was still starving so a late night pizza run across the street was non-negotiable.
A few locals had informed us that today is some religious holiday as well as a public holiday when no one seems to work, so a firework display in Positano was due at 11pm. We stayed up in excitement, but when the clock hit 11.15pm we gave up and went to bed. We left the blinds up a tad so when the show finally started sometime shy of midnight, we were able to enjoy the distant glow...Leggi altro
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- Giorno 41
- mercoledì 14 agosto 2019 11:49
- ⛅ 24 °C
- Altitudine: 764 m
ItaliaMonte Epomeo40°43’49” N 13°53’43” E
D41 Italy - Mount Epomeo

Anthony had been dropping breadcrumbs towards this hike in Ischia for a week or so, so of course it was to be! Mount Epomeo stands tall and proud as Ischia’s tallest peak, which protrudes downwards to each corner of the coastline, and subsequently can be see from almost every port on the island. Due to the active volcanic history of Ischia, and the fact that the island has emerged from the sea surrounding, the mountain itself has many mineral characteristics. This meaning that once you reach the peak of 789m above sea level, the ground you stand on doesn’t exactly give you much comfort or reassurance of safety. Tuff as it is called, is a lightweight and porous rock formed from the consolidation of volcanic ash over time.
When planning our hike, Ant managed to find a hike up to the top but from our side of the island, rather than the recommendation and well trodden path on the southern side of the island (starting from a small town called Fontana). So when we left at 7.30am to beat the heat, we had a reasonable map on which to base our adventure.
Readers, we will now leave you to conjure up your own images of two young travellers hiking up a steep hill of brambles, being attacked by flies and other insects, and running away from potential insect fumigation in a vineyard.
Ok, I’m going to take over at this point and say it wasn’t THAT bad... it’s just that the research that I’d done was the best it could be, but it turns out that:
1 - the trails aren’t regularly maintained, an neither are maps or the trails.
2 - it’s the end of summer so the trails are seriously overgrown, but at least covered in delicious fruit - blackberries
3 - Italians would prefer to lounge on the beach, than tackle a peak from sea level.
Needless to say, once we had been successfully escorted by a delightful little dog through a very lush terraced vineyard with stone walls and steel balustrades, with plump fruit hanging from the vines panted blue from copper fungicide, we found the trail upwards. Unfortunately after five steps in, the dog staying put (I think it must escort many tourists to this point, following dubious google map instructions found on random blogs), and the blackberries and wired flying insects slowly covering the surface area of our bodies, one look at each other said that we had gone as far as one can go.
We retraced our steps back to the main road, and in 45 minutes we were on a bus to Fontana, in the foothills of Epomeo on the southern end of the island. The ride alone continued to be somewhat torturous, as the blood and sweat mixture stang our shins caused by the blackberries gashes, we navigated the Italian holidaymaker crowds, which included :
- People standing on seats, counterproductively trying to get cooler air.
- Many Italians screaming passionately at each other as they navigated entry and exit to the bus.
- Poor little Nonnas getting trapped behind the door as it opened and shut.
We reached Fontana, followed the signs up Via Epomeo and arrived at the summit an hour later. We took our victorious photos on top of the white tufa summit, then celebrated with a beer, iced tea and one of the most incredible bruschetta we’ve had so far - ripe plump tomatoes, garlicky, finely chopped onions on chunky flame toasted sourdough.
Descending past overweight and unprepared Italians slipping on the dusty trail, we were occasionally startled by the scamper of lizards darting for cover beneath our feet. We passed abandoned holes bored into the soft rock, creating eerie black caves, presumably deep into the mountain. A quick google yielded not a great deal of facts about these caves (most of which are barricaded up or too creepy to enter), but I did find some fascinating fiction (or perhaps not?!) for those interested in knowing what Antarctica, Ischia and Aliens all have in common. I’ll leave the rest to you:
http://www.naplesldm.com/agarthi.php
During the afternoon, we headed back to Spiaggia di San Montano where there were some fun little waves pumping. We both enjoyed the hilarity of watching Italians getting nervous as the waves rolled in, riding along on their inflatable K-mart style air mattresses, before getting dumped. The beach is connected to Negumbo thermal springs (private resort), so people in the free area of course were rubbing rocks furiously together to make their own mud, which they paraded around the beach covered in.
As we were leaving the next day, Kate used up our left overs in a quick panzanella as an appetiser. Dinner wasn’t bad either - a lemon zesty cream pasta for me, and Kate had swordfish. The meal was capped off by a light and fluffy cheesecake with pistachio cream, pistachio gel, pistachio crumb and pistachio crunchy bits. There was a lot of pistachio, and my goodness was it tasty - there’s one for the ‘going to try this at home’ list!Leggi altro
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- Giorno 40
- martedì 13 agosto 2019 17:20
- ⛅ 28 °C
- Altitudine: 5 m
ItaliaMarina Del Raggio Verde40°44’18” N 13°51’39” E
D40 Italy - Forio, Ischia

Our mission today was to enjoy a little bit of the western section of the island, by first heading to Giardini La Mortella. This garden is one of the top things to do here on Ischia, and was recommended also by our Air B&B host in Rome, and after a long morning we knew why - it was truly spectacular.
Mortella is in fact the Italian name of Myrtus communis (a relatively common hedging plant in Australia with edible berries), which used to grow wild and populate the hillside where the gardens were developed.
The garden is the life’s work of the 1900s composer William Walton’s wife; Susana Walton. Gardening was her passion, and she created the garden for the sole purpose of providing her husband with a place to relax. Landscape designer Russel Page was adopted to support in the early stages of the gardens design; a project at the time which expected to take 10 years. Since it’s inception, it’s continued to be developed to this day, but its bones and core aesthetics remains the same. Page took his inspiration from the surrounding environment. This meant embracing the naturally rocky outcrops of the garden, which features steep steps and dry stone walling created from rock mined on site. The curved paths create a sense of mystery, with small rooms providing vistas to Forio, and irregularly shaped ponds full of water Lilly’s and other Italianate features.
While the garden today begins in the valley beneath the rocky face and features a long simple water feature connecting three small fountains, Russell Page originally said no to any water (as it wasn’t natural given the landscape), until Naples connected Ischia on town water supply some 12 years later.
One of the fountains is octagonal shaped, created for Williams 80th birthday. Interestingly and hilariously, William had a button installed in his room so he could turn off the fountains after Susana had entertained guests, and continue composing in silence.
One of the gardens prize pieces is it’s Victoria House, a small glasshouse with a pond featuring three different species of of Victoria, the giant prickly water Lilly’s. Rhett themselves are fascinating, closing their flowers in the evening and overnight turning in colour and gender from female to male.
There is a small recital hall on site which was created after William’s death to provide aspiring artists a place to practice and develop confidence in front of real audiences. This opportunity continues to this day, as does the outdoor concerts in the on site performance open air theatre with stadium seating built into the rocky face of the gardens, and with Forio as the backdrop far below.
We watched a 45 minute video (made in the ?90s?) that had Susana guide us through the garden. In this, she shares a drink of Prosecco, Lemon and Mortella with a young artist who has just performed a recital. This is a drink she proudly created and self describes as ‘a miracle combination’! One which we enjoyed afterwards at the dainty little garden cafe, accompanied by a deliciously sweet and savoury bruschetta and a lemon almond cake - molte bene!
The last interesting point I’ll mention is that William’s remains were put inside a natural pyramidal rock over looking the garden. Next to ‘William’s Rock’ there is a permanent bowl of Felicia’s, paying tribute to the colour of his eyes.
If one ever finds themselves in Ischia, visiting Giardini La Mortella is essential. The spirit of both Susan and William Walton lives on in the garden’s aura, bestowed to the trust that maintains it.
After visiting the garden, we made a beeline to the slither of ‘free’ beach in Forio where we cooled down in the Mediterranean. We wandered the streets of Forio, visited its Basilica atop a spur jutting into the sea, then returned back to our beloved (and quieter) Lacco Ameno.
After a cooling shower, we headed to the local Archaeological Museum of Pithecusae to see ‘Nestor’s Cup’ in all its glory. This pottery wine cup dates back to the eighth century BC and was discovered in 1954 at Pithecusae (first Greek colony name of Ischia). It is significant in having one of the earliest surviving examples of writing in the Greek alphabet.
That evening, we wandered into town and feasted on seafood while watching cute Italian children dance their little hearts off to the music blaring in the streets. Tonight was some kind of musical street party, with numerous performers busting out tunes on the foreshore. We spent some time on the fringe of the dance floor bopping along to what must have been popular Italian songs, with the locals singing along, worded for word.Leggi altro
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- Giorno 39
- lunedì 12 agosto 2019 16:00
- ☀️ 30 °C
- Altitudine: 7 m
ItaliaPlage of Saint Montano in Lacco Ameno40°45’13” N 13°53’10” E
D39 Italy - Lacco Ameno

We decided before we went to sleep last night that today would be dedicated loosely to life admin (ie. washing a tonne of dirty laundry) and exploring the area of Lacco Ameno. That seemed to warrant a sleep in.
After a homemade breakfast of champions (supplies entirely by our lovely host Bjorn - thanks Bjorn!), Ant set off to run errands around town while I....did Pilates.
We both had a productive hour as Ant was able to book us tickets for the boat to Amalfi on Thursday and also grabbed some washing machine detergent at the local supermarket. He even made a new friend in one of the local nonnas who helped him pick some natural detergent. Awww.
Clothing was washing and hung.
Sunscreen was applied.
Another supermarket run was made for dinner supplies - I can’t communicate what a hectic experience that was, it was every man for themselves (and deli meats!)!
Snacks and bottled were packed.
Beach time was upon us!
We spent a few hours at the local beach (Spiaggia di San Montano) before we both had had enough of the loud locals standing close to our faces, the smoking and the dusty sand. But the water was really refreshing!
After a cold shower we did some necessary Sri Lanka research and started prepping dinner. We have been looking forward to having a kitchen to cook food in for weeks, so we kept it simple - oven baked chicken with onion, tomatoes, Italian seasoning, lemon and extra virgin olive oil alongside fresh bread and a caprese salad. We’re all about variety here...
We decided to go for a quick walk through the town after dinner, as it’s at its best at 10pm at night, when the temperature is cooler. It’s apparently also an opportunity tor the holidaymakers to put on their best clothes and go out for dinner. We however, feel like it’s perfectly acceptable to rock dirty jeans shorts and Tiva sandals while we scope out the gelato options...Leggi altro
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- Giorno 38
- domenica 11 agosto 2019 13:34
- ☀️ 28 °C
- Altitudine: Livello del mare
ItaliaCapo di Posillipo40°47’22” N 14°12’27” E
D38 Italy - Napoli to Lacco Ameno

Another day of travel, and then we rest (climb mountains, relax at beaches, eat well) in our Air B&B in a little town called Lacco Ameno on the island of Ischia.
This morning we did a dash to Napoli Sotterranea, where the temperature was far more bearable than that 30 degrees that welcomes us each morning at around 9am. It’s hot, really hot. The kind of heat and humidity that provides you with that glamorous glisten of celebrities who have just dismantled some sort of explosive device under pressure. The underground passages and caverns were all carved through solid stone, originally an underground aquifer that supplied Napoli, then in later years (post 1940) turned to being bomb shelters.
We rushed to grab our bags (and a stressful few minutes when the owner wasn’t responsive to texts and calls, which meant we were temporarily locked out without bags), before we headed to the wharf at Beverello to catch a hydrofoil to Ischia Porto. Stopping once at Prodica, the entire trip took us an hour, just enough time to get through a decent true crime podcast.
Once we had docked at Ischia Porto, we boarded a local bus which dropped us at the top of Lacco Ameno, the “small fishing town” that we will be staying in for the next few days. A few minutes down the road, while trying to dodge oncoming cars and vespas, we met our host Bjoern in the local piazza. He lives above the Air BnB unit with his partner and showed us all that needed showing, the most important being our own coffee machine! It is a beautifully simple one bedroom unit with a kitchen (which he stocked with fresh fruit, coffee pods and a fridge full of food!), bathroom and washing machine, air conditioning and hand painted floor tiles which is just a tad busy, but totally charming. We’re going to be very happy here.
We freshened ourselves up and went into town with the view of finding a spot next to the water and having a swim. Sounds simple, right? What we hadn’t taken into account was the entire stretch of beach in Lacco Ameno being taken up by private owners, mainly hotels and bars, meaning all the deck chairs and beds were reserved and converted with leathery bodies. We did attempt to sit down at one stage but a “lifeguard” immediately came up and asked us nicely to vacate as these seats were already “reserved”, and apparently no other option was available. Google research showed us later on that families can rent beds, chairs and umbrellas for their entire holiday, leaving us unorganised/foreign/spontaneous travellers to find the very remote public beaches elsewhere. After seeking a gelato to calm our frustrated nerves, we headed 20 minutes up the hill to Spaggia de San Montano, a smaller beach that Bjoern had said was very sweet. By this point it was after 5pm, so by the time we arrived and settled ourselves the sun was beginning to slip behind the hill. We still enjoyed being able to lie down and relax on the sand for an hour (even if that meant foetal positioning ourselves on our tiny microfibre towels to avoid the weirdly dusty sand) before grabbing a spritz at one of the beachside bars.
For dinner we wandered into town and picked the first seafood restaurant we came to...mainly because their bruschetta was so cheap! Is that terrible?
We were lucky to score the last unreserved table out on the deck which meant we were lucky enough to see the orange glow on the boats docked as the sun set behind us. We deliberated over our dinner choices, but ended up quite happy with:
- Tomato Bruschetta to share,
- A first course of Spagetti alla gamberi,
- and a second courses of Fritto Misto for myself and a whole sea bream grilled with a side of chips for Ant.
We were amazed how late people chose to arrive for dinner, which was unfortunately the time when we were trying to get the bill! Even families with young kids were arriving at 9pm for a meal, amazing how cultures differ...we couldn’t wait to get home to bed!
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Again transporting myself to Lacco Ameno.....blue sky and little boats 🚣♀️.......Mum M.
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- sabato 10 agosto 2019 19:37
- ☀️ 30 °C
- Altitudine: 26 m
ItaliaNaples Ferry Port40°50’35” N 14°15’22” E
D37 Italy - Roma to Napoli

Today went very quickly. Another travel day, we chucked our stuff into our packs and headed out for a final stroll of Rome. We passed the grandiose Colosseum as the sun increased in intensity. I grabbed my first cappuccino for the trip, as it was still well before noon; it was a good one. Then we visited a very small Vespa museum housed by the local company that monopolises the bike/Vespa/Fiat rental market. It housed about 20 vespas from different years including one that featured in Roman Holiday with Audrey Hepburn and Gregory Peck.
The train to Napoli passed many century old olive groves, with their stumpy appearances, thick trunks and still producing mountains of fruit. There also looked to be mulberries being grown, plus fields of cherry tomatoes tucking their roots into long raised beds similar to how you might see strawberries grown in Victoria. Sunflower fields occasionally painted the view yellow, with ancient stone villages set atop hillsides peppering the countryside as we rolled through.
After a much needed siesta (the heat and humidity is really draining us) we strolled into the old town of Napoli with the view of eating one of Italy’s famous pizzas. We passed through more cobblestone streets that felt like one giant valley of graffiti. Napoli really is rustic. It’s got a terrible perception of being incredibly dangerous, which I have no doubt it probably was at some point in its history. However, I simply see it as poorer than its famous northern sister cities, lacking government investment in its public spaces (it’s just filthy), and its historical influence also no doubt has an impact on its raw feeling. Personally I enjoyed being able to walk past and stare into little nonnas houses, wandering past children and dogs hanging out in the streets, and the exhilaration of turning around and seeing a scooter or small car hurtle towards you at a frightening pace. While we’re not here for long, it is what it is and I liked it. Perhaps our return in a weeks time will reveal greater insight.
We made it to Sorbillo’s Pizzeria at 635pm and a sizeable queue had already formed. While we waited, we had a spritz and beer accompanied by some savoury biscuits and on opening at 7pm, we were in and seated! Luckily not the 1.5 hour wait I had expected from probably the most popular pizzeria in the world. It’s one of only 100 places listed in Napoli as providers of ‘authentic’ pizza, certified by the Associazione Verace Pizza Napoletana (AVPN), the regulatory body that protects and ensures that the art of pizza-making and the ingredients used are in accordance with Neapolitan tradition. This art of pizza making is what yielded UNESCO status of being an ‘intangible cultural heritage’ for Italy. We most certainly have had a very positive Italian food experience thus far, and hope it continues as we head towards Ischia.
As we left Sorbillos, we were treated with an Italian opera singer filling the alley ways as he sang from his balcony using a microphone. He had a little basket on a string to which he would pull people’s tips up in. Truly entrepreneurial if you ask me! And hilarious.Leggi altro
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- Giorno 36
- venerdì 9 agosto 2019
- ⛅ 32 °C
- Altitudine: 22 m
ItaliaPonte Rotto41°53’18” N 12°28’40” E
D36 Italy - Roma

We stand here waiting in another queue, this time for some of Trastevere’s, and possibly Rome’s best pasta. Traditional dishes such as Amitricana, cacio e Pepe and carbonara al reside here in a very small hole in the wall with a seating capacity of about 30 that spills onto the cobble streets.
This morning we rose with slightly sore heads, well let’s just say tired heads after our night out. We headed straight to the Basilica di San Petro where given our early start and arrival of just before 8am, rewarded us with a quick entry through security and before we knew it (yep, more steps along narrow and curved tunnels), we were up at the top of the dome. The sun shone directly onto us, lighting up the square before us as we watched the hoards of tourists and groups parading after umbrellas, flags and other tall devices, start to pour in.
On our way down, we stopped at the souvenir shop which sits on top of the basilica roof, where it is some what of a tradition for people to send a postcard home utilising the Vatican’s Postale system. This system in faction doesn’t use Italiene Poste, but rather the more reliable Swiss postal service! We fulfilled the tradition and headed into the basilica for a wander around.
The basilica is nothing short of impressive, both Kate and I commented on the sheer magnitude of its scale. It really is so large that it’s difficult to digest. Statues that look a few meters tall stand 6 meters high, and mosaics and frescos line every inch of the huge walls. The nave alone is 46m high with the dome capping it off at a whopping 137m. That’s taller than any living tree in the world (my natural reference point).
We left the basilica and it was still only morning so after pulling out our tourist map, we set a course of walking to the main sites. We refuelled on some delicious pizza purchased by weight, then headed north to the expansive Piazza del Popolo. Not much to see really, and by this stage, the thermostat was pushing towards 33 degrees, so we wandered down to the Spanish Steps. Last time I was here, I remember sticking my head into the fountain and getting a seriously water-logged ear, so when I went in for the dive today, I was far more cautious. With a wet and cooled head, we wandered through the streets to the Pantheon. Another mega structure of Roma! While sitting and admiring its beauty, we wondered about the brilliance in creating the dome with its huge hole open to the sky. Perhaps it’s similar to the construction of a giant pizza oven; but then how does one keep it in tact without a keystone at its centre...
Feeling weary, we ate delicious authentic creamy gelato at Quinto Gelataria them drank a spritz at Piazza Navona while watching the Instagramers attempt to capture the beauty (of themselves of course, not the square).
And so, we end up here at Da Enzo eating pasta. Real, pasta. And my gosh, it was good. Rigatoni Amatriciana with my new favourite meat, Guancaile. While Kate devoured their famous Cacio e Pepe, a creamy sauce made with pecorino, starchy pasta water and pepper from Sarawak! This is the same famous pepper we bought back from our time in Malaysia last year. After the pasta course we were filling up quickly, having also chowed down on local sourdough and olio with salt and pepper as a starter, accompanied by a drop of the house Chianti. Despite this, more was on its way - an insulata mista and two of the special meatballs. The balls were the size of Kates fists, made up of slow cooked pork (probably) and them deep fried in a crispy arancini style shell. The were finished in a pomodorro and Parmesan sauce then dusted with cocoa.
We are quite content.Leggi altro
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- Giorno 35
- giovedì 8 agosto 2019
- ☁️ 30 °C
- Altitudine: 31 m
ItaliaEsquilino41°54’1” N 12°31’15” E
D35 Italy - Firenze to Roma

Today we were able to get a 7.30am breakfast which worked in perfectly with our plans to pack and run 30 mins across town so Ant could try on the silver ring he spotted yesterday!
We got to the small jewellers by 9.15am and discovered that it wasn’t opening until 10.30am - apparently Google is a big liar, even in Italia. We figured we should give it a few minutes to try our luck...so naturally we located a pasticceria which meant two coffees and one pastry with a mystery filling. But no walnuts. We’re on a lucky streak!
After we had digested we wandered back to the jewellery store and when the lady poked her head out to fill the dog bowl with water, Ant asked if we could come in to try a few rings on. She was so nice and said “Of course, come in!”. The best moment was when Ant was complimenting her on her business and her jewellery training in Australia (because being truely invested he had done extensive research on her website) and she was like “Ah thats not me, my friend is actually the owner!”. Haha. Also, it turned out that they only make a select few sizes of their designs, so the ring that Ant was eyeing off didn’t fit. He tried on a few others and found a silver one with a beautiful leaf/floral pattern on it. Sold!
With time slightly against us we raced back to the accomodation to pick up our bags before heading to the train station, but not before we picked up some snacks for a picnic on the go! Our version of a Tuscan lunch.
The train left shortly after 11am and we arrived in Rome just before 3pm. We walked to what we thought was our BnB - the young girl at reception invited us in and very kindly told us that we were at the wrong place. In hindsight, this accomodation had a strange masseur vibe to it so we were happy to be booked elsewhere! 5 minutes down the road we got to the correct apartment, which is a lovely modern room with free coffee and sweets! The owner told us that when we reach Ischia that we must visit the gardens, so naturally it’s in the spreadsheet.
By the time we had showered, refreshed and sorted ourselves out it was ready to leave and meet our group for pasta making. We met at the Campo de’ Fiore at 5.30pm, and our group was escorted by a local lady called Veronica to an apartment 5 minutes walk away. She was so cute and spent the time giving us tips about what pastas we must try while in Rome! Note to self: MUST TRY Cacio e Pepe. Sounds delish.
Two male chefs, Stefano and Marco, ran the cooking class. They were like chalk and cheese - Stefano was slightly scary with an intensely dry sense of humour, whereas Marco had an air of simpleness and sweetness (like a good luck pasta fairy sitting on your shoulder). We each had a sterile wooden board with a cup of flour, an egg, a fork and a pasta machine to share with our partner. Over the next 3.5 hours we had the most fun we’ve had in ages purely due to learning a new skill in a fun and foreign environment. The instructions were simple and easy to follow, we saw our dinner be transformed from such basic ingredients to (what we considered) masterpieces, and we met some lovely people in the process! All of the other people were couples, and all, bar one couple, would have been under 35 years of age, and American. While we waited for our pasta to rest, we gorged on the antipasti platters and Prosecco, whilst watching Stefano and Marco prepared one of our sauces. Apparently the cured meat guancialle that is commonly used cannot be found in Australia...we beg to differ! We will make it our mission to track it down, because it’s bloody delicious! And that coming from me....
We enjoyed dinner sitting at a large table on a rooftop, and it didn’t disappoint with refills of wine and gelato to finish. We each also scored a recipe book and a graduation certificate, which was such a sweet touch. Also, we will now be referring to Anthony as ANHTONY! Italian swine that he is.
We ended the night with unexpected drinks at a local bar with some of the other people in the group, including a really intense and somewhat mysterious American bloke that Ant found himself seated next to. Poor Ant.
Anyway, it was a great day all round - and once again, we are 100% pooped and bid you adieu!Leggi altro
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- Giorno 34
- mercoledì 7 agosto 2019 00:00
- 🌙 25 °C
- Altitudine: 63 m
ItaliaPiazza Della Libertà43°47’2” N 11°15’33” E
D34 Italy - Firenze

The following is another day in Firenze...in a nutshell:
- We lined up nice and early for access to the cathedral, being careful to dress appropriately covering all shoulders and legs. A few grumpy people were turned away by officials due to poor clothing choices and who didn’t want to pay 5€ for a cheap shawl at a nearby stall.
- The Crypt that lies underneath the cathedral was super cool, more so than I think either of us anticipated! Was amazing to see how the different eras of the Catholic Church were laid down in stone and built on one another.
- There are artists (and con artists) lining the streets of Firenze, some producing some beautiful water paintings and other works. We had admired one artist’s paintings yesterday so we made a new line for her stall again, as her designs were really striking and different to all the others. She was a Canadian girl who lives part time in Firenze, and was really friendly.
- We found the carbonated water fount which we had read about in another piazza and thought hard about lunch.
- We are total creatures of habit. Once again we opted for fresh pasta from the market, and salad from the salad bar. The pasta blew our tiny minds once again, but the salad was rubbish.
- Ant spotted a silver ring in a small jewellery shop down a side street but they were closed (the siesta issues!).
- We walked to Ponte Vecchio to look at a bridge full of overpriced jewellery in precariously placed shops. We also found a really whacky jewellery “museum” down a side street, and I’m not going to lie - it creeped me out as it was totally gothic and dark.
- Enjoyed overdue coffee and gelato next to the river. Anthony asked for an iced coffee, but he received what can only be described as a glass of beige foam.
- We continued to hike up the hillside to Abbazia di San Miniato al Monte, which sat above Piazza MichaelAngelo. We slowly explored the church, sat for more than 5 minutes in silence (I know!), and then found their tiny souvenir shop stocked with with lots of homemade goodies and medicinal items.
- We arrived at the piazza at 6pm (2.5 hours before sunset) to get some quieter photos of the city, but then we realised how early it was and how hungry we were so we got some drinks and chippies! The day had been pretty hazey so the sunset didn’t set Firenze ablaze as we would’ve hoped but it was still breathtaking....despite being joined by 10,000,000 of our now closest friends.
- We practically sprinted down the hill and over the river at the prospect of food. We ended up at La Bussola in town for late night pizzas- Ant had a Parma ham pizza and I had a Margarita DOC. Also ordered our first Montopucciano in Italy and didn’t pay for water cos we are stingy....we had our own under the table!
- Bought our train tickets to Rome for tomorrow, another hot travel day!
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- Giorno 33
- martedì 6 agosto 2019
- ☀️ 30 °C
- Altitudine: 73 m
ItaliaFlorence Cathedral43°46’24” N 11°15’21” E
D33 Italy - Firenze

With the knowledge that we have two full days of exploration to do here, we were able to relax a bit and not worry about being time strict. And yet, by the time we got into bed tonight, we were exhausted! Florence is so easy to get around by foot, in fact it seems very little people catch public transport in the centre, that your day fills up quickly, even if you’re retracing your steps.
We started our day with a lovely breakfast prepared by our host Silvia, and then set off for Santa Maria del Fiore. We wanted to beat the crowds and the heat by getting to the bell tower early. We beat the crowds at least. 414 steps later and we had our first beautiful panoramic view of Firenze, including the cathedral next door which we would climb later in the afternoon. The terracotta glow of roofs here mimic those of Bologna, so its a good thing there are plenty of monuments in photos for us to distinguish which is which!
Anthony was in need of some new shorts, more specifically shorts that don’t have a hole in the pocket and bum. We looked in a couple of sporting stores, but to no avail. Only in a sports store in Italy will you find Columbia next to George Armani! Later this afternoon we made a new line for North Face where he found some really smart looking shorts, fingers crossed they don’t get too roughed up in our travels!
A daily predicament is trying to find a coffee shop with a toilet so we don’t have to pay for a public loo (on average you will pay 1€ per “session”). Walking down one of many hundred alleyways, we found a large industrial-chic cafe with a florist in the back, and lots of non-dairy coffee options. I was fooled to think we hadn’t fallen into a vortex, transporting us back to Fitzroy! More importantly, it had a loo. I really enjoyed my coffee but Anthony was undecided about his Ciocaccino that the waitress had recommended. You can’t win them all!
Mercato Centrale, which is the Queen Vic of Firenze but with a huge food court and a little more va-va-voom, called our names for an early round one of lunch. We loved wandering through and eyeing off the crazy butchers dividing up the ginormous T-bones with cleavers, the little old ladies spraying their fruits and vegetables with mist, piles of Limoncello, and all the Willy Wonka-esque pasta carefully placed to make displays pop. We found a pasta store that was selling plates of fresh pasta with your choice of sauce, and if the growing queue indicated anything, that was our pick! Half an hour later we were sitting outside on a dirty step admiring our ravioli al limone with a sauce of pomodori con olive. We are in love, and definitely going back tomorrow for more!
Round two of lunch took us back to Rosalia, a funky salad spot near the main square, which was both convenient and well priced. Plus we get a huge bowl of greens in (yes mums, we’re getting our serves of veggies in!), which is perfect on a hot day. We shared a Mexican salad, so imagine lots of lettuce with beans, corn, onion, tomato, pineapple, avocado dressing and tortilla chips!
We returned to Santa Maria to visit the Baptistry, which closes for a few hours in the middle of the day for religious purposes. Unfortunately it too is undergoing maintenance so some of the interior was covered but what we could see was beautifully decorated, and many people sitting down on the benches provided were obviously entranced.
By a small miracle Ant secured us tickets to climb the Duomo at 3.30 so at 3.00 we lined up and got comfy. All of this queuing makes for great people watching, it’s not too tedious!
The construction of the cathedral itself, named after Santa Maria del Fiore, began in the 13th century Alforno Di Cambio, and the dome that towers over the gothic style building wasn’t added until the 15th century, designed by Filippo Brunelleschi. Apparently it was made without the aid of scaffolding! Another 463 steps took us up through the inside of the ornately painted dome, which on closer inspection is really quite dark and twisted. From my interpretation, it represented the many levels of humanity, and the afterlife, as the painted figures ranged from the perverse and violent down the bottom to Christ Jesus who sat on his throne higher up surrounded by many followers. It was quite steep closer to the top, but the view made it all worth it! In fact, we probably overstayed our welcome by staying up there for so long but if no one is telling you to go, why leave? We could see right over the city towards the Tuscan countryside, including the Piazza Michael di Angelo which we will walk to tomorrow.
We walked home to rest our weary feet before dinner, but not before sharing another gelato. It’s like a daily Yakult, I swear.
Dinner was at a sweet restaurant nearby, and again we ate well. We shared a plate of a variety of pecorino cheeses from the region, accompanied with berry jam, honey and bread. For first course, Ant enjoyed spaghetti with an incredible sauce of bacon, tomatoes, Chianti wine and a healthy serving of olive oil. As I only wanted one course, I ordered the tagliatelle with scampi and tomatoes. Dad, you’d be proud! I tore into those huge scampi and made sure there was no meat left in the shells. Luckily I had Ant who was on hand to mop me up afterwards! For second course, Ant ordered grilled chicken with rocket plus a caprese salad. The salad unfortunately did not live up to his expectations as the tomatoes weren’t completely bursting with ripeness, but the grilled chicken was lovely.
We finished the night off by watching the sun set as we sat on a bridge over the river. Oh, and Anthony got another gelato.Leggi altro
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- Giorno 32
- lunedì 5 agosto 2019 22:13
- 🌙 24 °C
- Altitudine: 58 m
ItaliaGiardino degli Orti Oricellari43°46’33” N 11°14’43” E
D32 Italy - Firenze

After a slower 2 hour train ride, compared to the speedy (299km/hr) train we were on to Bologna, we arrived in Firenze. I have fond memories of the city from years ago and am excited to be here with Kate to experience it again.
We spent the day wandering the pretty streets, visiting little paper shops, checking out Walters Silver shop that I bought a ring at in 2005, passing the cow stench leather stalls and witnessing a sexual assault where two feral young guys pinched this American girl on the butt. Luckily, she was assertive enough to go after them, grab them and scream in their faces until they apologised. Go her! She got a round of applause from the spectators.
The majority of our afternoon was spent exploring the centre of Firenze, and sussing out what we want to do over the next couple of days. While we were waiting in line for the Ticket Office at the Santa Maria del Fiore Cathedral to find out if we could get tickets to climb the Duomo Dome, Ant noticed that some availabilities had opened up for tomorrow - a minute later and we had secured 2 spots! Lucky, otherwise there wasn’t anything until Thursday arvo, and we’ll be in Rome by then!
Lunch, coffee and gelato stops were all delicious (choc-orange gelato has our hearts), but the first prize has to be awarded to dinner tonight. Due to a fair amount of places being closed on a Monday night, our original plan folded and we ended up seated at a trattoria not far from our BnB. The place had cured meats hanging up, bottles upon bottles of wine of all shapes and sizes stacked everywhere; it just had a fantastic character of its own.
We deliberated on what to order....and ended up spoiling ourselves with bistecca di Fiorentina. Google it and try not to drool all over your keyboard... It was the best piece of red meat we’ve had in a long time, and the pan fried potatoes and Chianti were a perfect accompaniment. Lucky ducks.
Now we’re aiding digestion of said meaty goodness by scrapbooking and planning out our day tomorrow. Night all!Leggi altro
Wow to the blue glass. I wonder who got the task of decorating the tree,