The sun was out first thing so we decided that we would brave the ferry to Capri. They seem to run a random service – one puff of a breeze 300 miles away and the hydrofoil stays in port – but the hotel reception checked and confirmed that they were sailing today.
We got there with 5 minutes to spare and got on board quite a decent catamaran for the 20 minute crossing.
25 minutes, and the catamaran would have had my breakfast on its carpet. The last time I was on a ferry that made me feel so ill was actually the hovercraft Princess Anne in 1979. That was a serious white-knuckle, gripping the armrest journey and this morning I was very close to letting the side down. Still, I just about managed to get there intact, but it took me a couple of hours to feel better.
We walked up to the town of Capri, on the cliffs above the port. There is usually a funicular railway to transport people up the (alleged) 750m, but it wasn’t working today. Instead they had a bus replacement that seriously didn’t appeal, especially when we saw the driving skills on offer… So we walked…
That took about 20 minutes and you knew you’d walked up a mountain by the time you got to the top. I can feel myself getting fitter by the minute this week. Capri town is a nice enough place. Not very big, we managed to walk just about every street. Full of shops that were closed, from Prada to Ferrari, and more fancy sunglasses shops than seems really necessary. In fact, every Italian town down here seems to be obsessed with sunglasses. Have they never heard of mobile phone shops?
Had a decent enough cappuccino in the square in very warm sunshine and then eventually walked back down to the port where we had a light lunch in one of the quayside pavement cafés. For good or ill, I had decided by this time that a beer and a panini might be a good idea prior to the journey back to the mainland. We now have a friend for life in the waitress and are welcome to use her toilet anytime we like, apparently, which is worth bearing in mind. Drop my name if ever you are passing…
We caught the normal ferry back instead of the hydrofoil. Half an hour late, it was amazing to see them load and unload lorries on a quay no bigger than that at Lyme Regis, and once on board the thing was absolutely filthy. For a place that has apartments at €1m+, Capri has some serious transport problems.
Now, it’s the last night of the holiday. Looking forward to Friday and picking up an award, with a bit of luck, and then some serious removal tasks on Sunday when back at home.
If you have ever wondered what Capri looks like, wonder no more.