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| Leaving Tropea behind we headed south to Villa San Giovanni at the toe of Italy. Here we caught the ferry to Messina in Sicily. |
We camped at a rather grubby site near Catania for a couple of nights. The admin was friendly; which is more than can be said for the camper next door to us who nastily cut our power cable on the last day (apparently he wanted no competion for power; I gather he ran an electric heater in his caravan). Fortunately I was able to repair the cable with little fuss.
Catania is a historic city living in the shadow of the Etna volcano; indeed black volcanic stone was much in evidence in the walls and buildings of the town.
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| John in lecturing mode on a visit to Catania's university. |
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| Behind the busy and tourist-heavy historic centre was a rather splendid fruit and vegetable market. |
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| Fans of TV series Inspector Montalbano may recognise these; they are canoli - the favourite pastina of Dr Pasquale, the permanently bad-tempered police pathologist. We bought them at one of Catania's markets. |
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