Friday, April 28, 2006

The Beautiful South

We sat stalled in the middle of the road, the darkening evening sky speckled with candlelight, the muted sounds of chanting forcing their way through the insistent whirr of the coach’s oppressive air conditioning. The coach was surrounded by impatient locals revving their engines, their little motorini fut-fut-futting away in anticipation.

After just over half an hour, the road was opened again and we were let through to continue our journey to the hotel. We weren’t stuck for too long, then. But half an hour seems like a helluva long time when you have a hungry, tired little girl in desperate need of a nappy change squirming in your lap. A quick meal, an early night, and the following morning we were all ready to start our holiday in earnest.

We spent the weekend just recharging: feasting, imbibing, and sleeping, enjoying the weather and each others company. After all, this was the most time I had spent with Buttercup since she was born, and I was making the most of it. By Easter Monday, all three of us were ready for exploration and adventure.

Going on holiday with a small child restricts your options somewhat, especially somewhere like Southern Italy, full of narrow roads, overzealous drivers, and variable terrain which makes moving around feel like a crazed run across a neverending assault course. As a result, we had to forgo the opportunity to visit both Pompeii and Herculaneum, which was a shame, although we did decide to brave a day-trip across to the Amalfi Coast. We failed to take into account two things, though: the fact that on Easter Monday, the whole of Italy decides to go out for lunch, causing the roads to fill up very quickly with slow-moving traffic.

And the fact that we would be sitting in a large coach trying to navigate incredibly tight cliff-face roads with a huge number of hairpin bends. About 1,200 sheer-drop bends…

To be continued…

5 comments:

Bert said...

So you did lots of preparation on your destination before you went (Italy, Roman Catholic country, Easter Holidays....)?

Up at 6.20am this morning were you?

Bert said...

Do you ever listen to anything that isn't just the Coolest of Cool. You make me sick with jealousy. I want to be you. But not at 6.20am.

AKA said...

I spent this afternoon listening to Wayne Newton...so I guess that kills the whole Cool vibe. Although I do applaud your desire to be me. It is a fine ambition.

b ayniac said...

No, see, by you listening to him, you have made Wayne Newton cool.

May God have mercy on us all.

b razie said...

Loving the holiday blog, by the way. Looking forward to the bit where you drive through Rome in Minis.