18.05.2012 - 18.05.2012 77 °F
May 18th, 2012
It's a voyage we seek, across the sea, to explore the isles off the Italian coast.
Day 8 of our honeymoon adventure, and today Nicole has booked us seats on the Tritone to take us out into the Mediterranean Sea and to the Isle of Capri. Our hostel campground has its own beach that will service as our port of departure. It is not a sandy beach but rather, a rock out cropping. The beach is about a quarter the size of a football field, relatively flat with fissures and cracks, and is about 8 feet above the surface of the water. I noticed that there was not a proper dock or place for a boat to pull up to, so I was curious how we would be collected. On the shore with us were two German couples in their early 60s and a young Australian couple. The boat came into view around an outcropping of the shore. It's a medium sized craft, which I'm sure could hold about 40 people. The boat backed into shore and dropped a gangplank of its stern to the rock. The crew rushed over the plank, secured the boat and hastily motioned us to board. Hastily because the boat was rocking and it seemed difficult to maintain a solid crossing for long. The plank had railings and was made of some light and sturdy metal for those that might picture us walking across a board . I was pretty excited because there were only 8 of us on the boat, with tons of room to stretch out. The captain, a small, early 50s Italian man, with a sailor's swagger, came back to talk with us. He lifted his shades and with a very suave delivery stated, "Ciao." The English equivalent in the way he said it would have been similar to ,"Hey baby." haha, he had us cracked up. We pulled into another port very soon after and I realized that of course they would fill the boat for tours. A massive group of older German tourists boarded and stole away any chance for leisure seating. For the boat ride out,the captain continually would sit down next to some lady, very close mind you, and proceed to be the smoothest operator with his cool, "Ciao." I never found him to be awkward or creepy. Just suave and funny.
Soon we were approaching Capri. It's a large island that holds two different towns. The town of Capri and Ana Capri. The boat took us around the coast line on our way to the back side of the island and the smaller of two marinas that serve as entry to the town of Capri. Our destination was the marina piccolo. The coastal view is simply spectacular! The island is much like the mainland coast with a zig zag jagged form. As we made our way closer and closer to landing, a feeling began creep into my being. I do not now if it is because I am currently reading the Count of Monte Cristo or not, but I can't help but feel like an explorer or pirate circling an island for port. It's as if I was immediately transported to some childhood fantasy of being aboard pirate ship and traveling the seas. The scenery was so exotic, the water so beautiful, that the feeling couldn't help but make me giddy. We landed in the identical fashion as we had been picked up. After a rushed disembarkment, the boat pulled away with a promise to return in five hours time. We were immediately stunned at the small cove beach we had landed on. The water with its brilliant blue, and pebble beach, and rocky formations make you feel as if you just landed on a real life treasure map. We kicked our shoes off and waded in the sea, followed by a little sun bathing. It was so awesome because the rest of the group had already gone to town, and left us the beach nearly to ourselves. We just soaked it all in!
Soon we thought we had better begin the hike to town. See, the marina is at sea level, but the town is up, up, up many stairs to where the island is flatter. The hike itself wouldn't have been so bad, except we kept catching drafts of sewage. This is not pleasant when you are already sucking wind. Another discomfort was that we hadn't time for breakfast, nor had we packed any water. It was becoming common for us to just find a grocery store when we needed something. However, the hike was at least half a mile up stairs and the weather was nice and hot. Upon reaching town our first priority was something to eat and drink! Nicole bought an iced coffee, of which she enjoyed so thoroughly that she told me so about every 10 steps. We searched for a grocery store in vain for half an hour. By this time we had found a hiking trail that led along the edge of the island. Though we were thirsty, and I was at a stage 9 hunger danger, we took the trail not knowing how long it was or where it ended. I'm so glad we took it. The views down the mountain to the water and small islands around were magnificent. We hiked along for an hour soaking it all up. The trail was continually down hill, so it was easy and pleasant. It was also gradually downhill. You can imagine, when we reached the ascent, we were shocked to see it was up, and then up, and then up. There was nothing gradual about it. Just stairs as far as I could see. At stage 10 hunger danger, and Sahara desert thirst, we were tired and getting grumpy. Up and around a corner, more stairs. Another corner, more stairs. Finally, we reached level ground all sweaty and disheveled. (Cue angelic music) There before us, in all it's glory, was a grocery store! We had a much appreciated picnic with chocolate milk, water, coke, bread, cheese and a meat that tasted like jerky. Ah, so much better. After, we really did not do much else except find our way back to the marina, while window shopping along the way. We had some time at the marina before the boat came, so we just sat looking at the water. I was sitting with my arms behind me to prop myself up. All of the sudden I felt something on my hand and jerked it away. There behind me was a lizard of some kind. Nicole and I sat and watched him crawl right up to us and then right into Nicole's open bag! He was our little buddy for about 10 minutes. The boat came and took us away. On the way around the rest of the island,we passed under an arch of rock that is said to bring luck if you kiss while you pass through it. Heck yes we kissed.
Back on the mainland, Nicole took a nap and I journaled before we went into Sorrento for our last dinner. I would describe the cannelloni and the calzone we ate, but they pale in comparison to the Bruschetteria's prowess in flavor. We were so exhausted from the day's sun, hiking, and exploration, that we walked home straight after dinner, packed for the morning, and went to bed.