Hotel Pupetto Positano
Via Fornillo 37 Positano, Amalfi Coast, Campania, 84017, Italy
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Dubrovnik - Italy, Positano
After many hours & miles of travelling, we finally made our way to Italy. Finished with the hariest 2 hour bus trip above the cliffs of the Amalfi Coast. The bus not reaching speeds of over 15-20km hour hugged its way atound the tightest of bends. Snaking our way arounbd the winding roads every approaching car and scooter looked like an …
Amalfi Coast & Wonderful POSITANO!
We could barely wait to wake up to see this beautiful place in the day light. Can I say, it was a little hard to get up when we realised that we could see the Mediterranean sea from our bed just 20m away! After breakfast on the hotels restaurant verandah, again overlooking the sea, now only 10m away (ah this is the life). We climbed our way through …
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Homeward Bound
... time where we did go and Christmas Day and New Year's Eve were made very special.
The best thing was a great table so thanks to Maureen & Steve, Geoff & Dorothy and Pam & Chris; not forgetting our tour companions Tony & Jackie.
The ship was beautifully decorated for Christmas, Captain Perkins was his usual cheery self and Mrs Perkins (Lucy) was charming as ever. Michael & Britender were a great waiting ...
Big week in the South of Italy - Fantastico!!!!
... around were quite run down, Glenda was a bit worried that the cemetery would be the same. But the War Graves Commission had done an awesome job, and the cemetery was beautifully maintained. We quickly found Joe’s grave near the entrance and paid our respects, before wandering around to get a feel for the place. Even at about 5pm on Sunday afternoon there were five Italian families with kids walking around looking at the graves – it would have been interesting ...
Unravelling Naples, or trying and failing
... return to their homeland. Many, if not most, have their own or a family home in Naples where they return every weekend.
There are many people who still live and die in overcrowded apartments, and the Comorra – the Mafia families – still control huge swathes of the city. “Yeah, there’s one,” declares Helen, as she points to a well-heeled middle-aged man with a thick gold chain around his neck and a quietly confident, wheeler-dealer ethos. ...



