The Positano Postcard

Well I'm sure by now you're all thinking I dropped off the end of the planet, and by the emptiness of my inbox I can tell you're all coping well with your loss. I'm alive and well and staying in the ridiculously beautiful town of Positano on the Amalfi coast in Southern Italy.

A brief run-down of my adventures since last time...

After leaving Paris I made my way to Nice, watching the snow fall over central France and ending up in the totally appropriatly named hostel Chez Patrick. Nice didn't impress me much, but the bus ride to Monaco was Nice. In Monaco I paid 10 euro to get into the worlds nicest pokie room, the Monte-Carlo Casino. I then lost 5€ on the roulette table.

I got out of Nice on the night train to Venice and met some Venetians in a bar near the Hostel. My gracious hosts took me on a short but satisfying tour of the local night-life, and deposited me a little worse for wear back at the hostel. A day trip to Murano and my Venetian experience was complete. My venetian verdict? An unexpected gem in a swamp.

Another train trip to Florence and into a great back-packers, where I met other lone travellers. A day trip to San Gimignano (don't ask me to spell or pronounce it) was awesome, their specialty is wild boar ham. A trip to see Davo the next day then 3 hours waiting to get into the Uffizi which was good but only just enough to justify the wait. It's like they want to make sure you really want to see it by making you stand like cattle for eternity. Seeing the Senegalese sunglass salesmen being chased out of the square was entertaining but chairs would have been nicer.

A quick trip to Pisa to tick the tower off the list and a delayed train resulted in a drunken singalong on the train and a very scary search for lodgings on the mean and dirty streets of Napoli after midnight. Anyway I made it to Positano and it is velly velly nice. As always I leave you with a few pics to tide you over...

Jen getting Frencher by the minute

A short flight over San Gimignano

A san Gimignano roller Disco I beleive

You'd think they'd fill it up for my visit

This man's head was dangerously heavy.

Whoever told this guy that was a great name for a Pizzaria was a bastard.

Me looking well-hard on the terrace of the backpackers in Positano

well until next time kiddies, look after yourselves and I'll see you all soon