The final bus ride from Amalfi to Salerno was pretty uneventful, other than the air-con did not work, and I had Jo sit on the right hand side of the bus, so as we could take in the view, we sat in the sun for most of the hour and ten minute journey.
Our last night at Praiano we ventured into Positano for a prearranged meeting with a shuttle bus, we were to meet at Eden Roc Hotel. Having exited the big Bull Shitta at Sponda, we walked down into Positano, it was hot, bloody hot. We reached the bottom of the hill without finding our rendezvous point, asked a taxi driver for directions, we were pointed back to the top of the hill, WOW more walking.
We finally found our meet point, then sat there in the heat for an hour, as I had stuffed up the time, the shuttle arrived on time and took us another 300 or so meters above Positano to the La Tagliata restaurant, once there we were ushered down some stairs into the restaurant, which was packed, we were then led down more stairs to a lower landing and WOW what a view, it was unbelievable.
Our waiter, Vincenzo came with water and wine, and then explained there were no menu's, we were just to sit enjoy the view and the wine, and the food would come. The food came and came and came, it was to be a marathon, I was chocko blocko after the first round of Anti-Pasta, 6 plates in all, each one with 3 to 4 different anti-pasta and the food was to die for, actually thought I had been run over by a Bull Shitta and gone to heaven.
Thankfully we were given a good 20 minute break before a huge plate containing four different types of pasta dishes came to the table, along with yet another loaf of bread, mangiare mangiare was the cry of Vincenzo, the pasta was awesome, but so hard to get through there was so much food.
Around this time I started to enquire as to when the shuttle would take us back down the hill, had 20 minutes to ponder these things when Vincenzo returned, this time with a huge smile as he explained the various grilled meats he had brought to our table, Jo and I looked at each other thinking is this guy joking or what? No, no he was for real, beef steaks, lamb chops, pork chops, rabbit, chicken, venison, two different sausages, things we had never before seen, nor tasted, my God how will we ever survive this?
We ate meat and more meat until we could no more, Vincenzo was becoming disappointed with us, we had left too much on the plate, I had meat sticking out my ears and this guys is upset about it, go away let me be, I want to sleep, someone stab me!
We sat patiently waiting for our White Knight, the shuttle bus driver, enjoying the awesome view and enjoying the last of the wine, it won't too long now and we'll be tucked up in bed, oh hang on there is Vincenzo again and he is heading our way, laden with desserts, profiterole's smothered in chocolate mousse, a fruit tart and a torte of some sort and chocolates, more chocolates, but wait he is coming back again, now we have limoncello to help digest all this food, what only a shot glass full, come on bring the jug!
Vincenzo was to return to our table one more time, thankfully this time all he brought was the bill and advice that the shuttle was waiting at the top of the three flights of stairs, you have never seen me pay a bill so fast in my life, I had never seen Jo climb stairs so fast, this Italian ordeal was all but over.
Wrong, very wrong, we had to take the Bull Shitta back to Praiano, we were to catch the last one for the night at 10:55, which would see us tucked up in bed no later than 11:30, thankfully as we had an early start next morning.
The shuttle bus dropped us off last, after dropping all the other guests to their hotels right through Positano, and as luck would have it, five minutes after the last Bull Shitta had departed the Sponda Fermata, we were in for an hour wait for the local Positano to Praiano shuttle, we got to bed at 1:00AM and still had to pack our bags, shattered.
