Siracusa to Capri with visitors on board...

Deb and Greg visit us in late May, with Noel and Kerrin following on about eight days later...

Siracusa, Riposto and Taormina with Deb and Greg Cook make for many more special memories.  

Just shipped in....

Tastes like a beer should....

That's Matelot down there....

Mt Aetna smokes away in the background

Pomodore at the market...

We get fed with lots of free samples at the cheese shop...

We farewell Deb and Greg and sail through the Straights of Messina with whirlpools and strange currents all around us.  

Noel and Kerrin Vautier join us at Agropoli, and we sail on to Amalfi, Positano and Capri. 

Amalfi Harbour

What stories we can tell from all this.  Mooring in Amalfi has to be one of our most memorable experiences of the Med so far and will stand out in our memory as a real adrenalin rush.  

The rocks are very close!

Our boat is taken over by an experienced Ormiggiatori who drives us at speed straight into the small port, through a tiny gap in the pontoons and straight for the shore, turning at the last moment and planting us beside another boat, shallow water and rocks seemingly inches under the bow.

Relaxing after the adrenalin rush

Capri Grotto

 


We move on to Positano for a rolly anchorage and a nice walk up the hill.

Capri is circumnavigated...

Its very difficult to land anywhere on the island.  We manage to leave our dinghy on one of the few public beaches and come back to find it covered in bathers clothes.....

Anchoring in the shade...

Our nights are spent anchored off Marina Piccolo....

It gets a bit crowded but its the best place in the afternoon land breeze.

Photo opportunities are many.   But when it comes time to farewell Noel and Kerrin we cannot find anywhere to land them with their suitcases.  Richard gets Noel in with his suitcase but is not allowed to take Kerrin in there, so has to take our tiny dinghy into the port amongst the milling large ferries.  He is gone for more than half an hour and causing concern, but eventually pops out amongst the frenetic wakes of all the boats coming and going.