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Province of Trapani

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  • Day402

    As I am now thoroughly fed up of long trips and forecast looks fairly settled with only very light winds I persuaded John that we should go to these islands and anchor up at various bays for a few days. Our first stop is Favignana which seems nicer than the mainland probably because it is more touristy so cleaner. The Sicilians not seem to see all the rubbish on their streets and hard shoulders. These Islands used to have thriving tuna industries so there are some old canning factories but they were also defensive positions with forts on the hilltops. While walking through the town we kept seeing pits like the one photographed which we have concluded is where each family quarried for the stone to build there properties, the stone is soft. We also saw this old wooden boat and thought of Dave and Jane our friends from Almerimar though this is probably a project too far even for them. Now if the sun could come out tomorrow things would be great is has been drizzling all afternoon which puts a dampener on things and means the photos really don’t do the place justice.Read more

  • Day406

    Egadi Islands

    May 26 in Italy

    So far we have spent 5nights just cruising around and anchoring it was been so relaxing I am almost beginning to enjoy ‘sailing’ again. Well actually on one day we stayed on board as it was windy but only a little choppy, but from a more exposed direction and that might have been bad but I dozed and also went for a swim which was lovely. We have also been for a bit of an extreme cycle, it started well on tarmac then became gravel and then bedrock before we arrived somewhere a bit like Perelle shingle bank where we walked, then great gravel then tarmac to the lighthouse. But we were currently on the west side of the island and wanted to go to the east side, to town for food before completing the circuit. Now I admit we could have gone the easy route on the main road and past the boat but hey this is us so we decided we would go up and over, there was a track marked on the map so should be OK well No. The first section would have been OK if we had mountain bikes it wasn’t very steep but it was very loose and our road tyres could get no traction, then after a strategic zigzag the gradient increased to about 40-45degrees and was still loose underfoot, would have been fairly horrible without the bikes but with them and the beautiful blazing sun it was not fun. I would have thrown my rattle if I had had one. But the views were good. Sadly we couldn’t ride down the other side initially but had to continue to walk though it was a lot easier down than up and path was wider and more stable. Once we reached the first house we could ride again and headed to town for food and more importantly a drink, we had expected to find cafes or kiosks during the morning but we only saw one that was open and that was only just after starting. After lunch we headed off around the other half of the island and loads of quarry pits both on land and on the coast and on the beach the rock is very soft and it looked like people had bought a plot of land and then quarried there own stones to build the houses, so most gardens had pits in them. There was also a couple of commercial sites and historic sites on the coast and the beaches. This half of ride was mostly on grit paths so was fine. We stopped for an orange juice at a mobile lemon. They used to have one at Beaulieu car museum. A globe on wheels those top half flipped open, ours was a lemon but there was an orange as well and they both served orange juice or lemon granita. The remaining part of the ride was easy enough but we had been out in the sun for while by now. Today we cruised to Levanzo island and had a look around only one small town a couple of isolated houses and not much else as the island has very little flat land, it’s Saturday today and there are quite @ few other boats in the anchorage but we are only Brits.Read more

  • Day410

    Mazara de Vello

    May 30 in Italy

    So after leaving the Egadi Islands, only because our permit expired, we headed back Sicily, we debated whether to go back Marsala or a little further to Mazara. There was very little wind so we decided to go to Mazara but, and I think this was just because I had enjoyed a week of light winds and very short trips, the wind picked up and we ended up coming into the port in force7-8 hilarious! Thankfully there were Marineros to assist us and we were between two other yachts the owners of which were not around so we could use them as fenders to ease ourselves in. Mazara is apparently biggest trawler port on Sicily and it was definitely very commercial but not very many trawlers in the water. The main site in the town was the 11th century Duomo (church) with its baroque makeover from 17century and second the moorish Kasbah with its narrow streets marked with tiles and street art, there were of course lots of other churches. John decided to do an oil change here as there was somewhere to get rid of the waste oil and we were told by a local somewhere to buy some more. We ended up buying the new oil from a family company called L’Armanavi they were brilliant, they didn’t have enough so phoned around, bot the oil delivered to them and then drove us and the oil back to the marina. Can’t fault their customer service! From here we headed along coast and passed Selinunte we had hoped to be able to anchor and go up to the ruins but there was still far too much swell so only photos which means we need to go to Agrigento for ruins there.street art in MazaraRead more

  • Day401

    Marsala in Sicily

    May 21 in Italy

    After leaving Tunisia on Sunday morning and this was delayed because we managed to fuel up much faster than expected so we were ready before 12 which was the time we had told the various authorities when we arrived and they weren’t all there so had to drive back to the port! Odd system.
    The trip was uneventful, it took 20hours and yet again wasn’t the beautiful flat trip I had hoped for. The one odd experience we had was early on, we were motoring along with foresail up to steady us, when we saw a yacht on the horizon but it kept changing direction it was like watching a North Atlantic convoy, was we got closer we concluded they kept going in circles and were fishing but still weird! We encountered very little other traffic until it got dark when we appeared to be crossing the main shipping channel with radar blobs in all directions but at least the shift passed quicker. We arrived in Sicily a port called Marsala, yes where the fortified wine is made, at 7:30am I awoke when we came through pier heads and John slowed the boat so no preparation and there were 3 small marinas didn’t know VHF channels which were big enough or anything. Luckily a marinara was already at work repairing pontoons and saw us milling and directed us in and helped with mooring up, he then suggested we breakfast as office wasn’t open yet.
    We did as suggested and after checkin* in went to get our Costituto as we had arrived from non EU country I don’t think anyone else does this as took ages to find papers and complete, we also did more shopping then rested before walking into town and being surprised how pleasant it was as the marina area was a bit grim. On our walk home we found a link to our own island a donkey.
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  • Day257

    "Don't it always seem to go, that you don't know what you've got 'till its gone. They paved paradise and put up a parking lot" - Joni Mitchell

    This is what they wanted to do to the Zingaro area of Sicily, indeed they had already blasted a tunnel through the rock before a massive public outcry halted the road building and Zingaro became the island's first Nature Reserve. It certainly seemed like paradise to us during the 3 hours we spent walking its cliffside path.

    The dead end road leading up to the car park was slipping down the hill and had been undercut by little streams. In several large sections the tarmac had been washed away and occasionally filled with gravel. We parked up next to two small silver campervans with GB plates. We greeted the man sitting in the one next to us with a cheery "hello, we haven't seen many Brithish people in Sicily". He replied with a surly "there are plenty of us if you know where to look" and an uncomfortable silence ensued in which we shuffled off. During lunch we heard him make two phone calls, berating the person on the other end, one of which was his son! We guess not everyone is as enamoured by vanlife as us!

    Entry was €5 each and the ticket seller a little surprised but pleased that we were speaking Italian to him (from the multilingual greetings we received on our walk we guess not many others did). We did however meet a nice English couple on a walking tour. They'd already done about 10 miles and were on their way back to their B&B.

    Ruddy ochre rocks covered in reddish brown soil rose steeply up from the clear aquamarine Tyrrhenian sea. The path took us in and out of small coves and headlands about 50m above the water to our right and about 100m below the ridge of the cliffs to our left. The day was warm enough to walk in shorts and t shirts and we needed the spf 30 sunscreen. As if the temperature wasn't enough, short Fan Palms added a tropical feel. The colour scape was beautiful; a myriad of meadow flowers covered patches, while alongside the path grew flowering wild herbs and tiny ground plants that added drops of intense maroon, yellow, purple or cream. The aroma of grape hyacinth and broom flooded tracts of air along the way.

    The area was literally buzzing with creatures, from the different kinds of little green lizards we disturbed and the the adder slinking through the grass, to the insects and birds that crossed our path. After we had seen the adder, Vicky started at any rustle she heard in the undergrowth, until Will 'reassuringly' told her she needn't worry as she wouldn't hear it coming!

    We walked 3km before dropping down into the intimate pebbly cove of Disa beach. There was a group of four other people here but when we crossed over into the close by Berretta cove it was abandoned. The waves grew to about 3ft as they were funnelled in to the narrow cut before clawing at the pebbles on their retreat. Will went for a quick dip while Vicky paddled in water that was cold but not icy. The sun had set behind the towering cliff when we left the cove and instead of feeling the heat from above, we could feel it rising from the land as we walked back. We can honestly say that Riserva Naturale della Zingaro is one of the most beautiful places we've ever seen. It was a real pleasure to be able to walk through it!

    For an overnight spot we'd seen a beach side car park a few kilometres away and were able to access it on the way back. It was a paying car park but as it wasn't high season the ticket machines had been removed. Two small, rocky, tree topped headlands cupped either side of the bay. As the moon rose beside the right hand headland an onshore wind got up. The car park was strewn with sand and pebbles, so after a while we moved back from the front for some protection from the wind and possible high waves.

    Waking up the following day we were glad we'd retreated, as the wind had pushed the waves up the beach, some to within a few feet of where we'd originally parked. We took a short walk up to an abandoned tower on a nearby ridge but spent the rest of the day chilling and watching the waves. There were several other vans parked up, two of which stayed beside us on the second night. We got talking to a young Swiss couple, Camilla and Mattias, who had just learned to drive, bought a small van and come away with their young son Miles. They were planning to spend the next one or two years alternating between holidaying and Worldwide Working On Organic Farms (WWOOFing) for a few weeks at a time. We were able to help them out with some suggestions of places to stay before they started their first job. They were a lovely family doing something inspirational and we've a feeling they will get a lot out of spending time on the road together.
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  • Day255

    Calatafimi-Segesta

    March 8, 2017 in Italy

    Saying our goodbyes to Giuseppe at Camping Zanzibar, we started out on our journey towards northwestern Sicily where there was a nature reserve we wanted to visit. Giuseppe had spent a good amount of time with us over the last 3 days and spoken not a word of English. It was great for Vicky to be able to practice her Italian with him.

    We moved a little inland and climbed slowly to 450m above sea level. The road wound through lush low hills covered in vibrant Yellow Wood Sorrel, rich green pines and citrus groves with a view to the craggy peaks of rocky hills in the distance, all with the background of a striking blue sky. We felt truly lucky to be seeing these stunning Spring sights.

    As our drive continued, the soil became sandier and the vegetation more scrubby. We crossed several viaducts, some about 2km long and finally came to our destination of Calatafimi-Segesta, a town about 20km away from the nature reserve.

    The small concrete car park had steps leading down to the main street. We parked facing the railings, over which we could see 200m down the road before it curved to theright. Above the 3 storey buildings on either side and their old style TV aerials, was the view of a ruined castle atop a steep hill. As evening closed in, its silhouette was backlit by the sunset glow.

    The castle turned out to be less than 2km away, so the following day we set off towards it. Calatafimi-Segesta had put a lot of effort in to opening the town up to visitors. There was an 'urban itinerary' mapped out and listed on a painted tile display near the car park. Throughout the town, painted tiles served as signposts and information boards telling us about the various churches and other places of interest along the way. A steep cobbled road spiralled up the hill to the 12th century Castello Eufemio, used as a military garrison prison until the late 1800s. The site of the ruin was well maintained and being the only ones there, we had free reign to scramble up on the tumbled down walls and under arches into dark dingy cells. The castle was fun in itself but to compliment it, the surrounding view was a stunner. Lush valleys were planted with orchards, the white walls of the town climbed one of the many hills and larger mountains over which clouds formed, loomed in the distance.

    On our way back we saw House Martins nipping in and out of their nests under the balconies. Winter seems a very long time ago now! We dropped in to one of the town's 5 flower shops and bought a red geranium to brighten up the van. Geraniums also have a reputation for repelling flies, so with Spring progressing we'll see how effective it is! Will had visited a pasticceria that morning and bought Vicky a little treat. Vicky well and truly had her appetite back now and so we celebrated by choosing a selection of 10 gorgeous looking pastries, mini cakes, biscuits and a chocolate. They were very well made, although how the business makes a profit is beyond us, as the whole tray only came in at €4.60!

    Spending two days living in a car park may not be everybody's idea of a good time but it often has the distinct advantage of providing a good insight into local life. It was bin day today and with pavements that are frequently too narrow to walk on, collection was done a bit differently. As well as the communal wheelie bins for larger waste, people had hung long ropes over their balconies with a hook at the end. From the hook they dangled a yellow bag of plastic recycling or a brown bin of organic waste. The bin lorries, of varying sizes depending on how wide the streets on their route were, then come round and the operatives plucked the bag or bin from the hook and popped it in the truck.

    That evening we were to experience one of the disadvantages of car park camping. Vicky watched as a car reversed out of the next space but one. It looked as if it was taking the turn too sharply and sure enough it was, because the next moment Martha motorhome was rocked by the slow speed collision. We leapt out and inspected the damage with the rather nervous looking, tight lipped, older man who'd been at the wheel. The car had made contact with our bumper and left scratch marks. We decided it was ok to leave it and when the driver saw that we weren't going to make a fuss he tentatively said something in Italian that seemed like 'give it a polish, it'll be alright!' We'll get a bit of sandpaper and try and work our magic.

    Poppy was glad we were moving on. A Beagle with a vicious sounding bark had a bird's eye view of 'its' car park from a balcony. Whenever Poppy came out to toilet, the unseen woofer from on high scared her witless 😕
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  • Day2

    Öömaja/loss

    October 5, 2016 in Italy

    Väga ilus loss põhimõtteliselt.

    Jaanus ja Tea ööbivad tuhkatriinu tornis ning meie ööbime toas vaatega linnale ja basseinile (vaata panoraami).

    Käisime ujumas ja peale seda söömas. Sain mõõkkala proovida. Suht tavaline, natuke vintskem tükk liha, aga ikka hea.

    Peale õhtusööki käisime granaatõuna raksus, sest kuna ikka selline võimalus veel tekib. Granaatõuna on siin vapustavalt head ja magusad, mitte sugugi sarnased neile mida me poest ostame.Read more

  • Day2

    Veinimõisas

    October 5, 2016 in Italy

    Üks noor poiss teeb juba mitmendat põlve veini. Näitas meile väga põhjalikult kogu protsessi ja andis erinevas faasis veine maitsta.

    Käisime ka põllul marju proovimas, need on praegu väga magusad ja head söömiseks.

    Nägime puu otsas kasvavaid hurmaasid ja granaatõunu. Rääkisin ta ära nii et ta meile kohalike granaatõunu proovida andis.

    Üldse kogu vastuvõtt oli väga tore ja hästi organiseeritud ning veinid ja söögid head.

    Kadri sõitsis bussiga tagasi, kuna veinid olid liiga head :D
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  • Day4

    Marausa Lido

    April 6, 2017 in Italy

    Jeudi, 6 avril 2017
    Nous quittons ce coin de paradis pour explorer la côte ouest de la Sicile. Nous montons en lacets jusqu'à 750m et arrivons sur le parking des bus d'Erice. Ce bourg médiéval, resté parfaitement intact, est une attraction touristique. Ça doit être plein de monde en haute saison. Un parcours fléché nous montre tous les bijoux de cette ville, surtout les nombreuses églises. Un bon dîner au La Pentolaccia pour fêter nos 43 ans de mariage est bien mérité. La descente sur Trapani est aussi spectaculaire que la montée depuis Valderice. Le parquage dans cette ville portuaire se révèle difficile; pour finir nous nous posons sur le parking des ferry qui vont sur les îles Égades. La vielle ville se trouve sur une presqu'île. Les trésors sortis de la mer: corail, pêche et sel ont apporté de la richesse à cette ville. Des palazzi et églises baroques, richement décorés, témoignent de ce passé. Notre parking n'invite pas à y passer la nuit; nous poussons donc un peu plus loin et trouverons un agricampeggio à Marausa où nous sommes bien installés en compagnie d'une famille allemande, que nous avons déjà croisée ce matin. Quel courage, parcourir la Sicile à vélo avec deux petits d'environ 3 et 1 an!Read more

You might also know this place by the following names:

Trapani, Provinz Trapani, Province of Trapani, Provincia de Tràpani, مقاطعة تراباني, Трапани, Proviñs Trapani, Província de Trapani, Provincie Trapani, Τράπανι, Provinco Trapani, Provincia de Trapani, Trapani provints, Trapaniko probintzia, استان تراپانی, Trapanin maakunta, Province de Trapani, טרפאני, Trapani megye, Provinsi Trapani, トラーパニ県, ტრაპანის პროვინცია, 트라파니 현, Consortium Liberum Municipale Drepanitanum, Provinsia de Trapani, Pruvincia de Trapani, Trapanio provincija, Trapāni province, Wilayah Trapani, Trapani Séng, Provinsen Trapani, Prowincja Trapani, Provincia ëd Tràpani, ضلع ٹراپانی, Provincia Trapani, Pruvincia di Tràpani, Province o Trapani, Trapani ili, Трапані, صوبہ تراپانی, 特拉帕尼省

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