Armed with very little research, early in the morning we decide to hike the famed II Sentiero Degli Dei, "Path of the Gods", through Positano. We know that there are various starting points, but not being men that half-ass things, we insist on doing the full trail since it starts close to our villa and stretches through the town of Bomerano and ends in Nocelle. Charged up with ignorant excitement, in the light of the dawn, we run up an endless path of steps starting our journey. Over 300 steps later, we realize that we have only just reached the beginning of the trail. An unspoken “Shit!” is telepathically exchanged through half smiles. If this isn’t the very definition of the term foreshadowing…
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Not only do I speak to strangers but apparently I travel cross county and trek through the wilderness with them also.
As an outdoor enthusiast and a nature lover, I’ve always wanted to surrender to the wild and go camping. But as a proper gent with a public restroom phobia, I’ve never been able to conquer the whole ‘shittin in the woods’ dilemma. Ironically, Instagram (reference my past post “Instagram: no filter” to grasp the scope if irony) granted me my chance to experience mother nature’s hospitality in an eventful way that is so true to form of my randomness. Here’s the tale of how the whole adventure unfolded in all its dramatized glory.
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