Vieste (Day 3)

Yesterday evening, after dinner, we took a walk out further up the beach. On the way back, we could see the soft orange glow, from the lights up in the old town.

Upon our return, our German neighbours, a little less friendly now, were sat outside their van. Suddenly, there was a right commotion. Herr Lucky, had knocked his wine glass over. The end result, the removal of his trousers, in full view of everyone. We desperately, tried to contain our laughter, this man was comedy gold!

Today we are celebrating twenty years of marriage, with never a cross word! Next to us however, is a very cross German wife. Soon, they start to pack up, and he tries to move the van with his side awning still out, and his electricity cable still connected to the mains. And guess what, for one last time, he stood in the doorway of his van, you've guessed it, and dropped his trousers, as if to say, 'that's what I think of you English!'

Around midday, we cycled up the road, towards the hill, stopping at a nice quiet section of beach.

After some refreshment at the cafe we climbed amongst the rocks, where Angela managed to cut her knee, and explored the coves and caves. After a sit down on the sand, we returned to Marge for a late, light lunch.

We were really looking forward to visiting the restaurant this evening, tucked away in the labyrinth of streets in Vieste old town. And what a meal it was.

After a starter and a main course, we were full as an egg. We tried octopus for the very first time, and it was delicious, served in a rich tomato sauce, expensive, but if you get the chance do try it. Obviously, pizzas to follow, a large beer, and half of litre of, very good local wine. That's was us done, or so we thought. John asked for the bill, in his best rehearsed Italian, and suddenly it was 'gratuito' grappa time!

Oh well, the cycle back to the van was all downhill. As we left the old town, the sun was setting and the swifts were darting back and forth frantically. Full of food and grappa, we enjoyed the cycle ride back, still warm, but with a fresh breeze, we revelled on the good time we'd had. The food was excellent, and the staff really friendly, and patient with our Italian speak, which I'm sure they'd heard hundreds of times before. Tomorrow we will leave Vieste, with fond memories, and head further north up the coast. Let's hope we do not come across anymore men who are obsessed with removing their trousers!