Messapia Hotel & Resort
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- Shuttle bus service
- Swimming pool
- Room service
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Free parking
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Travel Blogs from Santa Maria di Leuca
... times to check the atlas and refer to travel books. Karen has borrowed and read one book and we have bought 'internet time' from Cindy the delightful and very helpful Cyber Librarian.
Not long after leaving Naples, an island that lie ahead and to the starboard gradually came into focus. The island was not far off the mainland coast and so we passed quite close. We could see quite clearly the shape of the ...
... from the tourist information centre....
Gallopili was an island fortress, with only a bridge link to the mainland. The castle was currently not open. However, we enjoyed walking around the walls, hanging onto hat and sunglasses so as not to have them blown away, retreating to the narrow streets when we needed a breather.
Continued along the coastal road towards Taranto. ...
... habit of shutting for several hours in the middle of the day was blatantly obvious, with only a few scattered tourists on the streets. Fortunately I'd located the old mercado before this happened, so were able to enjoy some local fruit as we wandered.
From Lecce, out to the coast again. Driving south the scenery was impressive, reminisent of the west coast of Ireland, mists and ...
... now. In summer it would be hot and overcrowded.
The fishing port has a myriad of narrow streets and alley ways. Signor e me spotted the danger immediately - a glut of garish, glitzy and expensive gift shops. It was too late, each one had a hand with fingers enticingly beckoning Signora to enter. We watched her, eyes glazed over, her resistance ebbing away as she was consumed by the emporia, much like a dung beetle in a cowpat.
There's nothing for it, Signor ...
... the region is renowned for being the poorest, most corrupt and Mafia dominated society in Italy. The scenery apart, there is little to recommend it, no architectural grandeur such as in Sicily and save for some, the people are dour.
We did not stop travelling on our first night in Calabria until 6pm, arriving at a camp site that should be open all year. The gate slid open and a pasty faced septuagenarian appeared before us, fag drooping from ...