On to Ravello

From Amalfi our coach driver took the hairaisingly narrow and winding road away from the sea and up into the mountains to the small town of Ravello. Some bends were so tight that the coach drivers had to manoeuvre forward and backwards to get around. At the top Villa Ruffalo with its terraced gardens offered cool shade and views of breathtaking colour.

Then the route over the mountain ridge brought us back to the plains where Vesuvius reared up, its summit wrapped in cloud (not smoke) and brooding across the vast conurbation, just as it did in Roman times. But the only fire we saw erupting was from evening fireworks in Sorrento harbour.

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2 responses to “On to Ravello

  1. Do they still pack those buses so tight you can barely breathe?
    I remember feeling very thankful we had survived the ride.

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