Day 74. Sat 12th June.
A fishy tale.
An early trip to the station to collect Miesje from an epic train journey to join mum and dad on the boat. They are setting off from the harbor that morning so we head back to camp to wave them goodbye from our cliff top site.
Have a wander down to the tiny harbor and are just mooching round the fishing boats when we spot their mast on the horizon. A quick march (uphill) we arrive breathless and hot to wave them a fond onward adventure.
This is our last night in Sicilia and we push the boat out at the excellent site restaurant. Choosing the ugliest, most vivid red fish from their fresh selection and leave it to the chef to prepare. 3/4 of an hour later a plate of spaghetti arrives flavored with the most delish fish sauce. We search forlornly under our pile of pasta for evidence of more fish. With a sinking feeling we accept the whole thing had been reduced for the sauce and tuck in. The waiter then arrives with a massive dish and our hugh fish beautifully steamed with a rich sauce, fresh veg, giant crutons, the lot. The staff are clearly mystified why we are laughing so much we have to hang onto the table to keep upright. Well dear reader, it only went and turned out to be the most stupendous fish dish of our entire lives, worth every penny of the eye watering 80 Euro bill and a fitting end to our Sicilian adventure. Everyone told us Sicilia would be cheap, well it just isn’t, but the place and the people found their way into our hearts and we plan to return again and again
Latest rolling stock.
In the harbourA fond farewell.
you've sold Scilily to me, never thought of it before as a must see destination, but have changed my mind!
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