Day 23 – It takes time . . .

There comes a point in each trip, when being away from UK home becomes the ‘norm’. The nomadic existence kicks in. Days of idleness or busyness or journeying blend seamlessly. Our ancient second nature takes over.

Today is that day. We leave Beastie on site. He gets to do what all great Beasties do. A bit of wallowing near a waterhole and a bask in the sun.

Courtesy of Nina – my breakfast lookout

Meanwhile we go Scootabout. Cefalù, an easy 20K skip along the SS113. Our preferred scooting gear – shorts and T-shirt the order of the day. No better way to cool off when the temperature’s touching 30C. With one road in and out, navigation aids not required. We’re free to enjoy the freedom of the road. If you can call it that! The busier the road, the more Scoot’s skippy-ness pays dividends. He hops in and out between the slow moving traffic, like the good little roo he is. Daddy Kanga, on the other hand has to develop chameleon eyes. Capable of independent 360 vision.

Another location favoured by Italian builders – the foot of a huge rock – and Sicily has lots of huge rocks – our approach to Cefalù
A romantic vision from a distance, yet full of vibrant living space from top to bottom. The Italians know how to live in close quarters.
Cefalù’s Norman Cathedral – the focus of our Scoot into town.
Inside, its apse houses this Byzantine mosaic –
considered by many to be the greatest portrait of Christ in all Christian art.

4 thoughts on “Day 23 – It takes time . . .”

    1. You must go to Italy sometime Sigurveig – if you haven’t already been there!!

  2. It looks as though it is only a matter of time before you bump into Inspector Montalbano!

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