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Provincia di Lecce

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  • Day226

    Today we reached the sea on the start of a trip round the coast of Italy's south eastern peninsula. Although there was sand in places, hard rocks projected out a defence against the waves of the crashing in from the Strait of Otranto. The many seaside resorts were closed and empty but ready to spring into life once summer arrived. Luckily for us they provided lots of seafront parking that was free this time of year.

    At Rocca Vecchia we discovered ruins in and on the rocks from as far back as the 7th century. While Will fished from the natural pier, Vicky took Poppy for a wander then went exploring. Spaces for compact dwellings had been hewn into the hard stone, carved steps led down to the blue coves and the remains of an old brick castle stood on the headland. Relics of fireplaces whose warmth had left them long ago, were now left exposed to the elements.

    Moving on, we passed wire fenced military camps and reached the Capo d'Otranto. The cape is the most easterly point in Italy and is marked by a lighthouse that we were able to walk down to and around. Although the strong wind cooled the air, the sun was out and we saw two little butterflies fluttering by. Below the lighthouse lay sharp rocks that would shred a boat to ribbons, the wind had fuelled the waves and the sight of the white surf pummelling the cape was enhanced by the sound it made as it hit.

    Our base that night was the free sea view car park at Santa Cesarea Terme. From the low wall in front of the van, the cliff fell away down to the sea about 50m below, from where the thunder claps from thousands of tonnes of water hitting the land could be heard. Small red fruit (prickly pears) sat on top of the cacti and some pale narcissi bloomed, reminding us of the daffodils over 1000 miles away in Netherton.

    At quarter to 7 the next morning the sun rose over the sea for a few minutes before disappearing behind a strip of low cloud. We are really appreciating the 10.5 hours of daylight this part of the world receives. It makes a positive difference to Vicky's mental health and while the van remains the same size, being able to look out for longer gives us the illusion of more space!
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  • Day227

    Torre Vado

    February 8, 2017 in Italy

    Well yesterday we visited the lighthouse at the most easterly point in Italy and today we stopped at the most southerly town on the heel, also with a lighthouse.

    Continuing on our coast road journey we didn't travel very far, but there were numerous 'stick 'em up' white washed resorts with swimming pools and roof terraces. 'Vende' signs assailed our eyes in trying to sell investment properties. Many places had marinas with large leisure cruisers alongside the fishing boats. It was a far cry from the poverty of inland Puglia that was still fresh in our minds.

    The coast here is beautiful and varied, from high cliffs, jutting headlands and sharply incised bays to gently rounded curves that dip low to the Ionian Sea and support harbours and villages. It was in one of these places that we chose to stay. Torre Vado had a gravel car park just a stone's throw from the sea. There was easy access to the working harbour from which small fishing boats journeyed, while the ropes fastening larger tourist excusrion boats to their moorings creaked lazily as they were lolled gently by the wind which had now calmed to a warm breeze. At the end of the harbour, behind the protection of some large chunks of rock, lay a little beach where we whiled away a few quiet hours in the sun. Will had his fill of scenery and fresh air (if not fish) when fishing from both here and the rocks by the car park!
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  • Day228

    Punta Prosciutto

    February 9, 2017 in Italy

    Travelling north up the Ionian coast of Italy's boot heel we passed through Galipolli (not the famous one) and saw its long and urban island stretching out to sea. There were also several pop up stalls selling sea urchins ready to eat.

    The colour of the sea was an amazing azure blue and where the waves weren't crashing you could see how very clear it was. We persisted in searching for an overnight spot by the sea but out of a town and had the privilege of turning down a few good ones that weren't quite what we were looking for. Luck was on our side when we pulled in to Punta Prosciutto, a small village on an outcrop of low rock. At the end of the small headland we found a gravel car park with a view of the sea on 3 sides. To the left was a long arching beach, ahead were hard, pebble pitted rocks and to the right, a smaller secluded beach leading to a narrow canal cut at 90° to the shore to moor the 2-person wooden fishing boats. The spot wasn't quiet, but the only noises we could here were natural. The wind roared and buffeted the van, the rain lashed against its side in sheets. Large waves relentlessly thundered against the hard shore ahead but broke before they reached the end of their passage to the two beaches, where their white surf shwooshed into the sand. Small purple ground flowers were blooming at the border of the gravel and rocks and daisys had scattered themselves along the narrow grassy tracks to either side. We stayed two days watching the mesmerising sea and felt truly refreshed by the time we departed.Read more

  • Day48

    The weather forecast for Alberobello today was overcast and rain so we decided it was the perfect day for a car trip further down the coast towards the heel of Italy’s boot. And it was a lovely drive. Unlike other parts of the country we have driven in, this part of Italy was very picturesque, filled with fields of lush green plant and rich brown dirt recently dug, surrounded by the sturdy stone walls. The contrast of colours was beautiful. It was a very pleasant drive.

    Our destination was the Grotto della Poesia, the Cave of Poetry, located in the small town of Roca. What we found most amazing about our drive through some of the coastal towns was the sense of abandonment they had. Everything, and I mean everything, had shut down as the tourist season was over. It was a very bizarre feeling driving through these lovely but empty towns. Roca was the same except for the local hotel but it too had a very empty feel.

    The good thing about it being out of tourist season was there was hardly any traffic and parking was a breeze. Bonus for us.

    Most of Italy’s coastline is rocky with intermittent sandy beach coves, incredibly clear water and many sea caves. One of the most majestic and compelling is the Grotte della Poesia a 30 metre wide sinkhole at the edge of the sea.

    Grotte della Poesia is said to have been a favorite swimming spot for an ancient princess, the sight of her swimming there inspired poets--thus the name Caves of Poetry. But visitors nowadays come mainly to take leaps from its 5 metre cliffs into the clear waters, to scuba dive, swim from the sinkhole through an underground sea cave and back out to the sea. Even though the sun was shining it was a bit too cool for a swim so we just explored the area and admired the breathtaking scenery.

    On the north side of the cove adjacent to the Grotte, is the archaeological site of Roca Vecchia, an ancient town right at the edge of the sea. There is evidence of humans living here since the Bronze Age, along with the remains of massive walls from the 4th century BC, all the way up to structures and medieval walls dated to the fourteenth century AD. The site was used almost exclusively for the purpose of worship before the construction of the city itself. Rare inscriptions, animal sacrifices and other inscriptions have been found in a smaller sinkhole next to Grottta della Poesia with the name Little Poetry.

    In one of the caves along the cliff edge is a statue of Madonna, covered with photos and momentos of people sick or gone. It amazes me what people leave at these “random” statues and why the statues are even situated in sone of the places we have seen them. I guess they bring people hope and comfort and there is nothing wrong with that.

    It was a lovely way to spend the day, at the seaside, sun shining and sea breezes blowing. Another idyllic location in gorgeous Italy.
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  • Day413

    Gallipoli, Italien

    May 19 in Italy

    Durch einen zu hohen Schwell/Wellengang konnten wir nicht in Otronto festmachen, was ein Chaos am Morgen. Hafen Information und Tagesprogramm mussten fix neu geschrieben werden, dann hieß es wir Tendern, Hafeninfo gedruckt gerade dann kam die Info, wir liegen doch an der Pier😳

    Naja, nach dem Chaos am Morgen war der Tag dafür umso schöner😍

  • Day28

    lecce

    August 28 in Italy

    Die letzten drei Nächte habe ich in Lecce verbracht. In einer davon gab es recht wenig Schlaf. Zufällig fand nämlich gerade die Notte della Tarante statt. Ein grosses Musikfestival bei dem wie wild getanzt wird. Eine eigens zu diesem Anlass angereiste Gruppe ItalienerInnen hat ein paar von uns anderen Hostelgästen zum mitkommen eingeladen. So haben wir dann bis frühmorgens unse Bestes gegeben. Tagsüber erkundete ich Mal alleine, Mal mit Hostelgästen die nahen Strände und Grotten. Sehr schön.
    Jetzt sitzeich gerade im Bus. Es geht nach Sizilien.
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  • Day432

    Santa maria di lueca

    June 21 in Italy

    OK so this should be the last post from Italy we are off to Greece tomorrow, well weather permitting obviously. It’s a bit of an odd place really it is famous for the ‘gateway of Italy’ steps that Mussolini had built but the architecture of the buildings is a bit OTT it’s a nice enough anchorage and provided there is no wind we will be OK, the problem is we are anchored on rock and the wind direction has changed 180 degrees since we anchored so we might end up dragging. I will keep an ear open as obviously being a man John wont he will just fall asleep.Read more

  • Day13

    Lecce

    June 12 in Italy

    Eine grossartige Stadt! Bei 35°C war nur eine kurze Stippvisite drin, die Straßen waren den Temperaturen entsprechend menschenleer. (Bis auf ein paar bescheuerte Touris 😁), aber ich kann mir vorstellen, bei Einbruch der Dunkelheit pulsiert hier das Leben.

  • Day13

    Torre Rinalda Resort

    June 12 in Italy

    Torre Rinalda, oder Mickey Mouse zu Technobeats 😫

    Wir sind 10 km von Lecce entfernt am Strand in einem Resort. Riesengross. Der Strand traumhaft. Unser Platz direkt davor. Nur: wir dürfen mit Cleo nicht an den Strand. Nicht mal drüber laufen, um an weniger bevölkerte Stellen zu kommen.
    Der "Marktplatz" - grosses Hundeverbotsschild. Ins Restaurant? Hahaha! Überall Hundeverbot.

    Zum Glück hat mich heute im Supermarkt der Einkaufswahn gepackt und der Kühlschrank ist brechend voll. Eigentlich wollten wir essen gehen! Mal nicht am WoMo...

    Aber! - Das ist nicht das Schlimmste... bis gegen 19 Uhr dröhnte vom Pool nebenan laute Musik. Na gut... zum Essen dann Ruhe. Prima!

    Ab 20 Uhr dann Soundchecks, die ich mit: "Hört sich an, als würde ein Spasti ins Mikro nuscheln!" kommentierte. Nervtötend.

    Das war aber noch gar nichts! Ich habe mich eben vor das Wohnmobil gestellt und mit meiner Handykamera ein Soundbeweis gedreht.
    Es ist sooooo laut, dass ihr das eigentlich noch hören müsstet!!!!

    Erholung geht anders. Und überhaupt. Wie sollen denn völlig aufgepeitschte Minimenschen nach so einem Programm schlafen? Von der Lautstärke eines Rolling-Stones-Konzerts mal ganz zu schweigen!

    Wir fahren morgen weiter!!! Und ja... ein paar Tage Erholung wären prima. Wollen wir auch. Kommen noch. Aber nich hier! ☹
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