Salerno, definitely not Sorrento

After my train difficulties I finally arrived in Salerno, found my hostel up a graffiti covered back street and slept like a log.

Salerno has a certain charm as the first place in the world that doesn't have a McDonald's. 

On the Sunday I did not learn from my Swiss mistake and although it was 28 degrees in the shade I ate a pint of yoghurt. Again I felt terrible after this.

I went to Amalfi for the afternoon after hearing about its famous Italian beaches. The beach was made of gravel. Again the winding ally's in the town were charming but nothing to rave about.

The most interesting thing that happened today was when the bus driver stopped on the small windy coast road the passenger next to me went mental. Telling me the driver was drunk as he had seen him drinking at the station. Then that he was peeving over the young girls on the beach. When I pointed out that we were at a red light there was a very uncomfortable silence for the rest of the ride.

I also saw a man selling lemons the size of footballs.