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Travel Blogs from Ugento
... majority of the towns, there was barely a hotel open. Many of the hotels obviously hadn't been open for a while, inspite of their advertising along the road. Where there was the odd hotel open, the town struggled to have an eatery that might be open in the evening.
While not getting desperate, were quite relieved when we discovered Hotel dei Bizantini, just outside Campo dei Messapi.
... had been our intended destination, but as most of the streets leading into town were closed, with police directing traffic....needs to be seen to be believed, we had no hope of getting close so kept on going. The scenery was again stark and wind blown, though fortunately the mist had lifted.
Stopped for the night at Capo Santa Maria di Leuca, at the tip of the heel. ...
... with not much signposting and an intercom security gate that only opens when you let them know why you want to come in. Once past the security gate we found ourself at the course and the clubhouse which is housed in what was formerly an old 'masseria' - a fortified farm house or country house on a country estate found in the region of Puglia. The setting itself is spectacular with the holes winding through very wild terrain that is ...
... with George C on Lago Como (or so Signora hopes!!)
After that who knows but our final destination before the chunnel will be Brugge rather than Calais.
La Dolce Vita
The weather has settled down. Fresh in the morning, warming with bright sun during the day, cooler but getting lighter at night.
We all feel good. With the croissants of the Aloha Bar in Avola behind me, I'm back to my athletic, fighting fit self. The same could ...
... looks very attractive, in the next report.
Calabria a sorry tale.
As we travelled through Calabria and into Basilicata (the neighbouring province to the north). I overheard Signor e Signora describe the wonderful scenery of the snowcapped mountains and the Mediterranean Sea. I also heard deep sighs, as we passed mountains of uncollected rubbish and shabby seaside towns. Perhaps there was a strike or a lack of resources. Whatever ...