Allied beach landings,Male hookers,A storm of gynormus proportions and a policeman HE SAY NO !!!

Found this spot on a beach after a very very long drive ..503km ..through nigh on every mountain in Italy ..tunnel mania ..some over 2 miles long …I don’t like tunnels …

Back to the beach’s where the allied troops landed in 1943

20140616-174824-64104582.jpg a playground for city dwellers ..well it was Sunday …Sailing ..Kite surfers and after dark men lurking ..I didn’t twig they were male hookers of a North African appearance .. And cruising cars ..we had settled down ..had our supper of gnocchi , green pesto and a glass of Pinot …but J became more uncomfortable as I whittered on about various men taking an over active interest in us ..I am always on guard whilst wild camping and this place didn’t feel right ..I was about to get out my secret weapon ..a can of strong hair spray as I didn’t have any Mace with me ..but J quietly got Hetty ready to roll ..we don’t like driving in the dark in this country as the roads and drivers are lethal so HE was concerned …we headed off down the road to a camping area ..just off the road and hidden from prying eyes ….THEN came the lighting …we had seen a storm building over the Amalfi coast


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well here it was …no thunder just fork lightening ..not so near I said …I don’t like thunder storms …ten minutes later and in my bed the storm dropped on us …OMG I haven’t been in one as bad …even J says it’s the worst ever in his history ..we survived and eventually slept ….and set off for our drive along the Amalfi coast …people have said this road is very scary…naaaaaa !!! We have been on much worse ..this road is two cars wide ..laughs …off we trot …up hills round tight bends behind a wagon with a trailer …peace of cake we said …still a bit over cast and drizzly but we are living The Dolce Vita …chuckles …just before we get to Amalfi pulled in by the cops ….show documents …driving licence …all ok …”Sir”he said ” Didn’t you read the signs …NO Camping cars on this road ..break our law it’s a fine of €80 ” OMG …noooooo ….not only didn’t we read this sign …we haven’t read any others as we don’t speak Italian ..we have driven hundreds of miles without understanding road signs …I did look one up after we had a no go day and Via Chuisa means road closed ..
Anyway back to the rather cute officer of the law …he lectured us like naughty senile old gimmers and told us to turn back and go over the mountain ..and he wouldn’t fine us …so doing a bit of cap doffing and yes Sir ing we went over the mountain as he said and are now in Pompeii on a camp site next to the ruins ..and guess what ..another thunder storm ..going to hide in the loo ….more stories soon as later tomorrow off to Roma ..




These photos are out of Hettys window

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Vesuvius in all her glory !!!

Author: "Travels with Harry Hymer"

Me and Him and Hetty like adventures ..We spend most of our summers sailing Now a little elderly for big boat racing and have turned to Radio Controlled Yachting competing nationally and even internationally ..I have travelled to many countries in my other life BJ (before John)lots of Indian backpacking trips. Panning gold in the Yukon..Pacific island hopping ..Far east and so on ..John won't go to India but I managed to get him to Morocco and Sri Lanka but didn't expect a Tsunami.

2 thoughts on “Allied beach landings,Male hookers,A storm of gynormus proportions and a policeman HE SAY NO !!!”

    1. Thnx fr yr comments Lex most appreciated .. I try to make my blogs funny .. U R th only 1 who comments on WordPress ?!%#* ppl are reading as well .. I get love yr blog but no comments U are a Star *****

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