We are heading off to Ragusa today but we decide to stop off at an artist's colony in nearby Favara just 15 minutes away. We use our trusty sat-nav to guide us but are unable to find colony; so we eventually decide to get out of Favara which is unrelentingly butt-ugly. The sat-nav seems to ignore one way street directions, road works and all other impediments. The streets are increasingly narrow so much so that one would have doubts walking down them 2 abreast, especially with cars parked along the way.
We have to resort to smearing the car with copious amounts of olive oil(extra virgin) to get through some nasty tight spots. We leave this hell hole, Favara, which will live in the anals of horrors forever, about 2 hours later.
We eventually find our hotel in Ragusa and take a small luxury tour of the local sights
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| Train for Oliver |
and the famous Gelati Di Vini bar, with wine flavoured gelato.
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| I wonder who will be playing Santa this year? |
Dinner is at the superb Il Duomo restaurant(2 Michelin stars) where we "befriend" an unusual couple- a fat, humourless Finish blowhard and his stunning Kenyan "personal assistant".
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| Non-edible hand towel |
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