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11 th of October

Well here I am, eating alone in truly one of the most picturesque romantic locations in the world. A place where Classic Hollywood motion pictures have been made and iconic Stars of the silver screen came to play. There must be a hundred equally as charming restaurants scattered throughout the village and along the beach front to chose from and I am looking for a place where I can comfortable sit with my back to a wall or corner and observe without looking to out of place. Fortunately for me i am sharing my evening with you via my IPad yet again.  There are beautiful people and i mean, catch your breath beautiful people everywhere and of course they are matched in equal portions by the hordes of "stop abruptly in the middle of busy streets", oblivious to anyone else, sea of holidaying and boisterous Americans and Europeans exuding attitude and aloofness. After two days of trying to connect where ever possible, the allure of this beauty has worn down a little and I've had my fill of the obvious dislike the locals have for the tourists that fill the streets.  And is it my imagination or do I look odd being the only person in this romantic iconic town traveling alone!

I have reached my maximum threshold of pleasantness and passiveness after another day of falling into the same tourist traps and being ripped of like you wouldn't believe. It's time to get a little smarter in how I approach my time here in beautiful ritzy Southern Italy. These proud locals may not expend any energy in hiding there contempt for the bungling newbies and have cornered the market in how creatively they can remove your money at many times the going rate for any purchase, however you will be hard pressed to find any establishment that doesn't deliver food of the highest standard. The quesine here surpasses anything I've experienced in my European  oddyessi  thus far.  I've just been approached  by a one eyed cat, mid sentence, I hope that's a good omen because thus far that's the only attention I have attracted without flashing my credit card. The waiter has just advised me to try a local Amalfi desert of fried Eggplant, dark chocolate with pine nuts and after two sensational courses thus far i cant find any resolve in my tough new approach to locals  to resist his advice and giving them just one more chance to prove me wrong. To my amazement and delight it is delicious, but let's not get carried away this is food remember, nothing personal.

Tomorrow I will take the early ferry to Positano for a look and if my legs are up to it I will go for a hike above the village in the late afternoon.

I will attempt to escape the tourist drain and spend as much time immersing myself in the natural beauty of this place until I return to OZ.

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