When you get closer you discover yourself in packed lanes, surrounded by Pommy tourists called "Fat Nigel and Sunburnt Sharon" and their colonial cousins "Beer Gut Darren & Slapper Shazza". To get to the beach you wade past shop after shop after shop of crap. To be rewarded by a beachfront of over priced restaurants with bad service and bad food. (We had two small snacks and one drink each and it cost us 36 euro!)
Get us out of here!!!!
Amalfi feels like a quiet fishing village compared to this. Amalfi has its fair share of crap but it's streets are more spacious and more locals actually live there. It feels more real. Thank god we didn't choose Positano as our base. My months of research just paid off.
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