Gosh what a journey. I have made it down to Sicily and am staying near the port of Pozzallo in a lovely b&b called Villa Aurea just off the beach and away from the hubbub. It will provide a nice resting place until the ferry over to Malta next week.
Too tired and hungry by this time to move on, we decided to risk that the rooms may not be up to scratch. As it turned out the rooms were fine. A little heavy on the chinze and lace with shelves full of imitation Lladro but clean enough.. Madame Le Fag, produced a bowl of pasta and a bottle of something she described as 'locale... delicio',... fizzy red wine, gak... and retired to her bed. We explained we couldn't face more ham and cheese for breakfast, paid the bill and left by 5.30 the following morning. Madame Le Fag, by the way was still on her chaise longue when we left.....and waved a smokey 'chiao'.
So on we travelled through the national park, down to Calabria, onto the ferry to cross the strait of Messina, down the coast of Sicily and finally stopped at Villa Aurea. A decent meal, charming host, and a good place to spend a couple of days. Driving around Sicily or indeed most of Italy, is not recommended if you have anything resembling vertigo or unless you have a devil may care attitude as to whether you live or die. The driving of the natives is appalling and we had a very close call. CP is loathe to venture much further on account of the above, and frankly I am happy to cycle down to the beach until our ferry to Malta on Wedneday.