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Around A Positano Bus Stop



Bus Stop

Via dei Mulini Corner Via Cristoforo Colombo

Amalfi Coast

Campania, Italy


It was now time for us to head back to Praiano. We just followed the main path atop the stairs by Chiesa Santa Maria Assunta di Positano and walked.

After asking around where the fermata di autobus is located, we found ourselves at a corner and a Tabaccheria* across us.

“Wait here Bubba. I’ll go get our tickets.” I told Cholo.


I proceeded to the Tabaccheria*.

“Buongiorno Signore! Per favore, Vorrei due biglietti per Praiano? ” I asked for two tickets for Praiano. Unsure if the man behind the counter understood me.

“Si!” he replied as he pressed his fingers on the buttons of his cash register.

He started speaking in rapid fire Italian and all I picked up was, “….due Euro e venti centesimio.”

I handed him my payment as he handed me my tickets.

I was a little worried when I saw the ticket because it didn’t look like the Sita Bus ticket (click here to be brought to my previous blog).  After examining my ticket closely, the ticket stated that the bus runs through Positano to Praiano and vice versa.

I walk back to the bus stop a little apprehensive because I might have had bought the wrong ticket.

“Do you have our tickets?” asked Cholo.

“Yes, but they look different for the Sita Bus tickets. There must be a different bus line that goes around.” I replied.

“Are you sure?” he asked.


A few minutes later, a small orange bus comes into view**.


Views from the bus stop:


(in front of the bus stop)

*If you need a bus ticket anywhere in Italy, look for a Tabaccheria. It’s a one stop shop that sells water, chips, candy, gellato and bus tickets. Oh yes, cigarettes too.

Parcheggio (Parking)

(To the right of the bus stop)

If i would have known parking attendants were this cute in Italy, I would have rented a car.

Via dei Mulini

(Behind the bus stop)

Via dei Mulini is the road (looks like a path really) that will lead you all the way to the steps of Chiesa Santa Maria Assunta di Positano, Piazza Flavio Gioia, and Spiaggia Grande. It is lined with quaint shops selling quaint stuff.

asking for directions

(To the left of the bus stop)

Here is a french woman asking an old Italian man if she was at the right bus stop to proceed to Praiano.


**I found out soon after that there was a municipal bus that goes from Praiano and Positano and vice versa every 3o minutes (plus or minus). It is what the locals usually take to commute  because it goes into the heart of town of both comunes .

It will cost you 1.10 Euros per way.

It is a cheaper alternative than riding on the Sita Bus which cost 2.40 on a 45 minute ticket.


Walking Around Positano


September 14, 2011


Amalfi Coast

Campania, Italy


breath taking view

As soon as you get down the Sita bus, the view instantly takes your breath away.

zooming vespa

As you start walking through the meandering road, you get to feel how pleasant Positano really is.


You pass by quaint shops selling ceramics.

Coat and Tie

 ‘Twas a surprise actually, after all Positano is a resort town.

Then again, this is Italy.

You pass by art displayed on its walls.


Il Scalinatelle

Upon reaching Chiesa Santa Maria Assunta di Positano and braving the stairs,  you hear the waves rush unto the shore.

relaxing by Spiaggia Grande

Then we found a spot in Positano heaven.

A Day In Positano

A Day In Positano

September 14, 2011


Amalfi Coast

Campania, Italy

orange sun beds lined along Spiaggia Grande


I follow Cholo down the Sita bus and look around.

“Look at the houses Bubba!” I said to Cholo while pointing to it. “They are right on the cliff face.”

Cholo looks around glowing with delight.

The sun is now out and beaming down. The surrounding area is radiating with a warmth of color that I will never see anywhere else.

The sea breeze is gently fanning it’s cool breath around us.

I see something orange.

“What are those orange things down there?” I asked out loud.

We look over the ledge and saw the beach. We saw orange sun beds in a perfect line.

“Let’s make our way to the beach!” exclaims Cholo.

And off we went down the road that would hopefully lead us to it.


pink blossoms

The road we took on a whim indeed brought us to Spiaggia Grande. Buses stop on the top of the hillside in Positano since the city is almost living “vertically” unto the cliff face. Getting down to sea level would involve walking down the meandering road.

I’m glad that  there were not as much stairs involved. *laughs* (check my blogs about Praiano here to understand what I meant.)

Walking in Positano is quite an experience.

You see the street lined with quaint houses painted in different shades of red, yellow and white.

The street is also lined with pots of flowering yellow flowers and trees with pink blossoms.

Many tourists stop along the ledge (that includes me) to see the magnificent view of the sea. It is indeed breath-taking. It is also awe inspiring to see for your very eyes the houses built unto the cliff face. Such is human innovation, working with what he has.

You see various Italian kids zooming past in their colorful Vespas, while jumping out of their way.

Positano was also a fishing village back in the day. It became one of Italy’s top tourist destination when it got featured in various articles and movies through out time.

by a jewlery store

We felt how touristy Positano was when we walk through the a path way that felt like a mercato. It was the path we took that led Chiesa Santa Maria Assunta di Positano and onwards to Spiaggia Grande.

We saw lots of shops selling different ceramic pieces; from plates to kitchen accessories, ceramic table tops, ceramic tiles. I would have bought a lot if it wouldn’t make my luggage heavier than it already is.

There were quaint little shops selling linen clothes, skimpy swim wear and some sold Italian art. Contemporary Italian art.

When we found ourselves by the door of Chiesa Santa Maria Assunta di Positano, we decided to entered to have a look. We took the time to rest and thank God for blessing us with such an experience.  All I remembered was that it was all white inside the church. It was heavily accented with gold lines around the arches and domes. It had a high ceiling which I liked. It was bright and airy.  There was a beautiful fresco depicting the virgin and angles. I believe there were a few popes in it too.

I stood up and walked over to the candles. I was quite surprised to find out that they were electric candles. I tried lighting one. I placed 1 Euro into the slot and clicked on the switch.

My electric candle didn’t light up. I clicked on it again. No Light. After the 5th try I gave up.

A list of profane words ran through my mind at that instant. I walked back to Cholo  and told him I would wait for outside.

I walked over to Piazza Flavio Gioia and looked around. Spiaggia Grande is bordered by an esplanade lined with restaurants. I check out my travel guide, Fodor’s Italy 2009, to check out what’s the 411  of the surrounding area. Well it turns out that restaurants here are the best and the priciest in Positano. I closed my guide book.

Cholo was now at my side and we decided to head to the beach and to relax.

the other two gay couple

We found a nice spot at the stoney beach. I propped my scarf and we laid on top of it. It wasn’t very comfortable, but a sun bed for rent can cost you between 5 to 10 Euros. That was how much our lunch of two slices of pizza and 2 cans of coke cost us.

We enjoyed the wonderful scenery.

We saw sailboats pass on the the water.

We saw another gay couple a few meters away from us enjoying their time together.

We saw kids splashing in the water. Italian men and women in their skimpy and colorful swimsuits.

The occasional Korean tourists posing for pictures.

The occasional Japanese tourists in their colorful swimming outfits with sun hats to match.

It was now by mid afternoon and we were already sweating under the sun in Spiaggia Grande. Earlier, before we left our hotel, Cholo asked me if I was going to bring my trunks. I said no, because after all we were going to do a day trip.

I looked over to Cholo and told him, “We should have brought our trunks bubba.”

He was looking at me with his “I TOLD YOU SO” look.

“Well, I didn’t know that we were going to spend the day at the beach!” was my stupid defense. “I also need to pee.”

“Go into the sea!” was all he said with a laugh.

So I stood up and stripped down to my boxers shorts (thank god I was wearing black boxer shorts!) I walked over to the water’s edge and dipped my foot into the water.

That was very cold water.

With no other choice, I dove in.

I did my business unto the Tyrrhenian soon after.

So did Cholo.

We stayed on for a little over an hour just to dry up. We then retraced our steps and continued to explore the rest of Positano.


To get to Positano click here to read my blog “Making It To Praiano”

Buongiorno Positano!


September 14, 2011


Amalfi Coast

Campania, Italy


I have dremt of this place ever since I saw Frances (Diane Lane) being driven through the Amalfi Coast after Marcello (Raoul Bova) saved her from the Three Italian men chasing after her in the streets of Rome in the film Under The Tuscan Sun.

It was because of this film I learned what Limoncello was.

It was because of this film I learned how to say “Nipple” in Italian. It’s “Capezzolo”.

It was because of this film, I said to myself, “One day I will walk the streets of Positano.”

Indeed I did.


Buongiorno Positano!





Making It to Praiano

Making It to Praiano

September 13, 2011

On board the Sita Bus

Praiano, Costiera Amalfitana

Campania, Italy


The Sita Bus has just departed from the Positano bus stop.

I looked at my watch. It’s a little over an hour since we departed from Sorrento.

I looked over the window and enjoyed the breath-taking views of the Tyrrhenian Sea and the great cliffs of the Amalfi Coast.

The Sita Bus is now about to round a corner and I am snapped away from my reverie.

I look down at the ravine and I could hear myself gulp. My grip on the metal handles become tighter.

I sheepishly remind my self,  “If ever the bus falls over, no matter how tight your grip, you’d still fall along with the bus.”

I told myself to relax.

I leaned over to Cholo and whispered, “I have come to the conclusion that Italian bus drivers will give  Filipino bus drivers a run for their money.”

He Laughed.

I look around the bus and I realized it’s all filled up with tourists and locals a like. The noisy Americans are becoming a staple. The Eastern European couple wearing white linen shirts and pants are quietly conversing in some language I could not fathom. The boisterous Italian kids are singing their hearts out.

The Sita bus makes another precarious turn and the Italian kids burst out into nervous laughter while I breathe out a nervous sigh.

I begin to wonder. The roads along the Amalfi Coast are so narrow it could only fit one car on a one way street! Then I remembered that Italy is a haven for small cars.So what looks like a one way street to me is actually a two way street!

Ahead, I see that we are about to cross a hole on the side of the cliff and the Sita bus comes to a stop.

Cholo and I look around.

I feel the bus go on reverse. I strained to see what was going on. I see that the bus driver lets the small cars on the left hand side of the road pass through. It then resumes on its journey a few minutes later. I came to the conclusion this is how Italians living in this side of their country navigate the roads. Give and take.

It’s been a little over an hour and Thirty minutes.  I turned to Cholo to ask him if we missed our stop when the Sita bus came to a halt and the bus driver announced, “Praiano!”

With wide eyes filled with excitement, Cholo looks at me and says, “We’re here!” He immediately stands up and goes on to disembark from the bus ahead of me. I sat on the seat for a moment to bring my back pack around my shoulders while the noisy Americans made their way to the doors.

I stood up and made my way to the exit. I held on to the railing atop of the 45 degree angled stairs and just when I was about to descend…….wwooooooosssh!

The next instant I found my ass on the autostrada.

I had slipped.

I looked up and saw Cholo with his hands on his waist looking over the Tyrrhenian sea.

“Are you alright?” asks an American Girl.

“Yes, I’m fine. Thank You. My ass hurts though.” was my reply.

We both laughed.

I stood up with my arms shaking from the burn I received from the railings.

I finally arrived in Priano.


Getting to Praiano is quite an adventure. It took Cholo and I  4 hours via 2 train rides and a bus ride to get to Praiano. There are other alternatives though, such as renting a car or flying in to Salerno Costa d’Amalfi Airport. But I deem these two to be an expensive alternative.

There are no direct trains from Rome to the Amalfi Coast.

We started our journey at Roma Termini. We bought ourselves tickets to Naples for 34 Euros each. The journey would take 1 hour and 45 minutes on the not so fast train. If you want to reach Naples in 1 hour and 15 minutes you have the option of riding on the faster train for 44 Euros per person. But we were not in such a hurry.

Make sure to validate your ticket on the yellow box (validating machine) located by the waiting area of a train platform before riding on the trains. This is standard operating procedure all over Italy.

When we arrived in Napoli Centrale, we didn’t venture out from the station. Let me just say that I got a little bit scared of the people who I saw milling around the train station. When you in Naples always me mindful of your luggage or else you’d loose them.

We then made our way to the Circumvesuviana ticketing booth. It was a bit confusing to find the booth at first but once we’ve located the arrows that led us to the ticketing booth, we realized it’s just a short underground walk from Napoli Centrale. Here’s the thing, if you get lost all you have to do is, walk to the center of the station and follow the arrows that will lead you to the ticketing booth.

We purchased our one way ticket to Sorrento for 4 Euros each. We Hopped on the Cercumvesuviana commuter train and enjoyed the one hour ride. We passed by so many small towns and the train was filled with locals. There were a group of old ladies one of which reminded me of Sophia Petrillo (from the Golden Girls), chatting away in rapid Italian with five fingers up in the air. There were the cute boys going home from soccer practice, one of them eyeing my watch. Tons of young women wearing brown  lip liner and dark eyeliner and there were the occasional tourists.

The Circumvesuviana passes by the towns of Herculaneum and Pompeii. So if you are spending your holidays in Sorrento or Naples, this would be a good day trip to take.

As for Cholo and I, we were just passing by. Next time perhaps.

Once we arrived at Sorrento, we made our exit. We asked the Italian girl manning the tourist help desk where to take the Sita Bus to Praiano. (If you don’t see her, just walk directly outside the main exit. The blue colored Sita buses  are stationed directly at the corner.)

“You just missed the bus by five minutes. The next bus will be here in 25 minutes.” she said.

“Where can we buy tickets?” I asked

“You can buy it from the conductor or in the cafe over there.” She turned around and pointed us to the direction of the cafe.

We thanked her and made our way to the cafe. We purchased our bus tickets for 3.60 Euros per person.

Sita Bus tickets are priced differently along the Amalfi Coast. They are sold in the following  denominations:

  1.  A 45 minute ticket for 2.40 Euros
  2. A 90 minute ticket for 3.60 Euros
  3. A one day ticket for 7.20 Euro
  4. A 3 day ticket for 18 Euros.

So all you have to do is to buy according to your travel plans along the coast.

Since it takes 1 hour and 30 minutes to get from Sorrento to Priano we bought the 90 minuti biglietto.

Since we had extra time in our hands, we decided to have some panini for lunch at a nice restaurant a short walking distance from the train station to fill our grumbling stomachs. After some 20 minutes or so, we were on the Sita Bus for Praiano.

Make sure to validate your bus tickets every time you enter the bus. All you have to do is to insert the ticket unto the yellow box (validating machine) when you get on the bus. Again this is standard operating procedure throughout Italy.

The Bus ride from Sorrento to Praiano was wonderful. The landscape and the seascape before you is so beautiful that words cannot simply describe them. It’s also quite a ride because as I stated earlier, the roads are quite narrow and the bus drivers drive quite fast. *laughs* Not to mention the autostrada is located on the coast line which is made up of towering cliffs and steep ravines. It will take your breath away figuratively and literally.

Praiano Bus Stop

An hour into the trip our Bus made a quick stop in Positano where most of the tourists get off. After picking up locals and tourists alike, the bus continued on its way along the Amalfi Coast.  We reached Praiano 30 minutes after.

We made a call to Hotel Holiday Praiano and told them we have arrived. The lady told us to wait by the bus stop for we will be picked up by her son.

Five minutes later a silver Ford Fiesta came into view and a cheery Italian teen comes to great us.

“Welcome to Praiano!” he says.