Two words to explain this place is beautiful and chaotic. We have the day in Capri today and it kicks starts with a bus ride to a bus depot. Again the ride is so hair rising as the coach skips past other vehicles.
We hop off the larger coach to be lead into a smaller bus. Head down the port to catch a ferry over. Earl leaves us in the hands of the local guide Leonardo who is quite a character. So full of energy.
The ferry ride was 20 mins and a very rocky one. However I make it without getting too seasick. Upon arriving we notice the wonderful and beautiful coastlines and not to mention the beautiful aqua blue waters.
The tour takes us to the area named Anacapri and we head through the former house of Axel Munthe. Located here is The Villa San Michele was built around the turn of the 20th century, by the Swedish Physician.
His home is beautiful and kept in good condition. This part of the tour was a replacement to the one we had original booked being a chair lift to the highest peak of the island but having seen the chair lifts, I was very glad it had been canceled. They were single chairs and your legs were hanging over the mountains.
When I heard it was canceled for maintenance, I was pretty relieved.
After the walking tour, we are lead to the beautiful gardens of Anacapri and here we also see the beautiful view of Capri, It is spectacular.
We assemble again and head by bus to the next part, which is the heart of Capri. It is busy with visitors and it told that 15 000 visitors visit the island a day. It was very obvious today as we weaved through the plenty other tour groups and kids on school excursions.
We are given some leisure time we enjoyed some time in the sun and enjoyed a nice lunch Il La Brezza. We watched as everyone walked by. It was a very relaxing afternoon.
Capri is filled with convertible taxi and crazy drivers on their scooters and trucks. There are uniformed officers ordering the traffic and the walkways are shared with vehicles so every s often you would hear a honk meaning get out of the way.
The tour takes us to the area named Anacapri and we head through the former house of Axel Munthe. Located here is The Villa San Michele was built around the turn of the 20th century, by the Swedish Physician.
His home is beautiful and kept in good condition. This part of the tour was a replacement to the one we had original booked being a chair lift to the highest peak of the island but having seen the chair lifts, I was very glad it had been canceled. They were single chairs and your legs were hanging over the mountains.
When I heard it was canceled for maintenance, I was pretty relieved.
After the walking tour, we are lead to the beautiful gardens of Anacapri and here we also see the beautiful view of Capri, It is spectacular.
We assemble again and head by bus to the next part, which is the heart of Capri. It is busy with visitors and it told that 15 000 visitors visit the island a day. It was very obvious today as we weaved through the plenty other tour groups and kids on school excursions.
We are given some leisure time we enjoyed some time in the sun and enjoyed a nice lunch Il La Brezza. We watched as everyone walked by. It was a very relaxing afternoon.
Capri is filled with convertible taxi and crazy drivers on their scooters and trucks. There are uniformed officers ordering the traffic and the walkways are shared with vehicles so every s often you would hear a honk meaning get out of the way.
The place is so busy but it has a wonderful atmosphere about it. The sun is in full and it’s a lovely hot day
Our day in Capri soon ends as Leonardo leads us to the gates to get our ferry to head back to Sorrento.
When we dock, Earl is waiting for us there. We wait for what seem like ages for our bus to arrive. Whilst waiting in the scorching heat, a group nearby bust out in a choir song. It helped soothe the frustration and made us feel at ease.
The bus arrives and the ride back to the hotel was a frightening one, as the driver charges up the narrow road barely missing oncoming cars. They are very skilled at driving as they managed to get themselves out of tight situations.
The road lanes are what I would consider the size of one lane back at home but somehow here in Sorrento, they can somehow work around it and fit two. It was a very scary ride as we held onto our seats.
We arrive back in the hotel and the sun is still hot and so we head down for a swim at the hotel pool. It’s refreshing. Pom and I head into town for a short walk.
Almost time for dinner tonight and so we assemble for dinner, which was reasonably decent. Pasta pasta and more pasta, and end it with gelato. True Italian dinner.
Lyn and I have the horrible task of packing our bags for tomorrow. So we head back and pack our luggage and overnight bag bound for our overnight ferry crossing over the Greece.
Our day in Capri soon ends as Leonardo leads us to the gates to get our ferry to head back to Sorrento.
When we dock, Earl is waiting for us there. We wait for what seem like ages for our bus to arrive. Whilst waiting in the scorching heat, a group nearby bust out in a choir song. It helped soothe the frustration and made us feel at ease.
The bus arrives and the ride back to the hotel was a frightening one, as the driver charges up the narrow road barely missing oncoming cars. They are very skilled at driving as they managed to get themselves out of tight situations.
The road lanes are what I would consider the size of one lane back at home but somehow here in Sorrento, they can somehow work around it and fit two. It was a very scary ride as we held onto our seats.
We arrive back in the hotel and the sun is still hot and so we head down for a swim at the hotel pool. It’s refreshing. Pom and I head into town for a short walk.
Almost time for dinner tonight and so we assemble for dinner, which was reasonably decent. Pasta pasta and more pasta, and end it with gelato. True Italian dinner.
Lyn and I have the horrible task of packing our bags for tomorrow. So we head back and pack our luggage and overnight bag bound for our overnight ferry crossing over the Greece.
