Right now I’m in Sorrento. It’s a multicoloured town that clings to the hills and coastline of a spot in southern Italy. Today the colours are muted; the rain has chased them away. Its deep grey clouds followed me over the mountains as I left the Bay of Dreams but I escaped them into sunshine as I strode the Pathway of the Gods.(These are not my poetic fancies; they are the translated Italian names.)
It’s been a beautiful week of walking, of photography, of some time offline and of grove after grove of lemons, olives, figs and rosemary-edged trees bearing fuzzy-skinned kiwi.
And I can’t wait to tell you all about it.
But first I must get home, shower, launder and hit the road again. In a travel plan bound to baffle the passport inspectorate, I fly out again tomorrow. To the cities and safari plains of South Africa to deepen my knowledge of its democracy as it almost comes of age and to stare wide-eyed at its own sweeping canvas of nature.
If you’re into the Twitter thing, you can follow along using the hashtag #SALab.
But if you’d prefer instead to dream of fresh basil and sun-sweetened tomato, turquoise coasts, wet earth, ceramic signposts and the buzz of a bottle green vespa as it climbs the swerving slopes…then hopefully these photos will help to fire your dreams. I snapped them on my iPhone as I climbed and stepped and (ahem) tasted this slice of southern Italian soil.
Enjoy. I’ll be back with full photos and articles soon…