NOOOOOO, I screamed as we rounded a tight curve and a gaggle of tourists on motor scooters aimed right at us. Clutching the grab bar above the door, I pleaded with Jack to slow down. “I’m in first gear,” he said through gritted teeth.
The road we were on is famous for its S curves, beautful view of the Mediterranean and instant death if your car careens off the edge a million feet above the sea. It is August – tourists from everywhere love the coast.
Millions converge on those idyllic towns that make up what we all think of as the Amalfi Coast. Love the crush of umbrellas and bronzed bodies. Watch where you walk. Eyes back on the road. Too many cars on a long and windy road. LOOK OUT! Notice the height of the guard rail. Notice the dents in the rocky mountain wall.
I hated every bloody minute we wended our way from Salerno to Amalfi. I hate heights – roads closer to the clouds then earth – roads made for donkeys not cars. It was only to help Alanna, the daughter of our dear friends Jeff and Sue Jamieson, find her Italian roots that I would drive on this *&^%&%&& highway. Did I say “hate”? That isn’t a strong enough word to describe how I feel about the Amalfi Highway. Sue owes me a bottle of single malt scotch. I almost lost an arm against the mountain wall snapping a picture of her cognome.
When we landed in Amalfi – I do mean landed – I kissed the ground. Oh shit, there is no other way back to the highway but through Salerno. After searching for Alanna’s Cavaliere ancestors we had to go back on the same narrow death defying road. Have I mentioned the trucks and buses that get stuck and how a line of cars had to back up?
Travel recommendation – stay away in August !
Amalfi Coast – Bella vista! Buy the postcard or go in January.