Definitely No Wombats!

Kangaroo Island Wildlife Park

There are no wombats on Kangaroo Island. This was a pity, as we had booked this side trip from Adelaide in the hope of seeing some. (Note to self: do not trust the husband to do the research next time.) We did however get to see a lot of other native wildlife, including of course the eponymous kangaroos

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We booked a package through the ferry company, Sealink which combined two of their popular one day tours, staying overnight in Penneshaw. The first day was the ‘Seal Bay Discovery Tour’, first stop Clifford’s Honey Farm. On arrival, we were given a honey-based soft drink to try, whilst a member of the Clifford family gave us an introductory talk about the history of the farm. Clifford's was originally a family sheep farm. They started keeping bees as a sideline 40 years ago, but the business has grown and now they can produce as much as 20 tonnes of honey in a good year. They move the beehives every 6 to 8 weeks to follow the flowers. Local farmers let them put hives on their land in exchange for a bucket of honey. Honeybees were imported to Kangaroo Island in the 1880s from Liguria, and these are now believed to be the last remaining purebred strain of Ligurian bees. Some bee-keepers on the island breed queen bees for export elsewhere in Australia and around the world. We were shown the container in which queen bees are packed for travel: about 3 inches long and with three circular cells for the queen and about 8 other bees. Apparently it is very straightforward to send queen bees by post within Australia. Overseas deliveries can be more difficult!

The tour ended in the farm shop where we were able to sample the honey. (I felt a bit like Winnie the Pooh, having honey at mid-morning!) We tried three types of honey: spring honey, mainly made from rape (canola), mallee gum and sugar gum. I preferred the lighter spring honey, perhaps because it was more like the honey I get at home. The shop also sells other products, including mead, honey ice cream and handmade beeswax candles.

We then went on to Seal Bay to see the colony of Australian sea-lions. Unlike seals, sea-lions can move quite fast on land as they are able to walk on all four flippers.  Visitors must keep together in a group and stay 10m away from animals, both to avoid disturbing them (sea lions cannot sleep whilst out at sea catching food, so need their rest on land) and for safety, as they can move faster on loose sand than humans can.

Raptor Domain

Although Seal Bay was supposed to be the highlight of the day, I found our next visit, to Raptor Domain, a rescue centre for birds of prey, more interesting. Most of the birds at the centre have been injured or orphaned and cannot be released back into the wild. They take part in demonstrations which show their natural behaviours. We arrived just in time for the 2.30 p.m. free flying demonstration in which Don Irwin and one of his helpers introduced some of the residents, and demonstrated their particular abilities. The first bird was 'Shush' the Barn Owl, who was hiding in a hollow tree and came out on cue when we called. A black-breasted buzzard called Slim demonstrated an interesting technique for getting into an emu egg.

Visitors have plenty of opportunities to don a leather gauntlet and hold one of the birds. I got to hold Omen, the Sooty Owl. Among other birds we saw were Chipps the kestrel; Kylie the hobby falcon, two wedge tail eagles, and Banjo and Clancy, the laughing kookaburras. Kookaburras have the ability to hold their head still while their body is moving, which was very entertaining when demonstrated.

The final visit of the day also involved feathered friends. John feeds the pelicans at Kinsgscote wharf every day. The birds had got into the habit of being at the wharf when the fishermen brought in their catch, as they threw the waste away. After this practice was stopped, John felt sorry for the disappointed birds, and got permission to feed them. He does it every day at 5.00 pm., at his own expense, though he charges a $5 donation towards expenses. John's commentary is very entertaining as he expresses some forthright opinions. He informed us that whilst there are pelicans elsewhere in the world, the Australian pelican 'is the biggest and best-looking pelican.' He also spoke admiringly of a pelican that had justified its existence on the planet by swallowing a Chihuahua!

Pelican feeding at Kingscote

According to him, there are no penguins left on the island as the New Zealand fur seals have eaten them all. Before he started the feeding, he warned the audience not to panic if a 'very happy pelican' should wander among them. The pelicans grew quite impatient whilst John was doing his introductory patter as they wanted him to stop talking and get on with the feeding. When he did start feeding, he tried to ensure that the gulls weren't left out.

Despite the fact that it was very cold and windy for sitting around on a wharf, this was one of the highlights of the day. 

Our next day’s tour, the ‘Remarkably Wild’ tour also started with a farm visit. Emu Ridge is another sheep farm whose owners decided to diversify, producing oil from the native Kangaroo Island Narrow-Leaf Mallee. They now have a harvesting machine that can do in 10 minutes what it used to take them 2 1/2 hours to do by hand, but the still remains a traditional and very simple process. The eucalyptus is put in the top with water, a fire is lit underneath and the resulting steam is then condensed to produce oil and water, which are separated. The oil then goes through a second process to refine it before bottling. The eucalyptus leaf residue is used as mulch.

They also produce tea tree oil, and are aiming to diversify into other native plants. There is a shop where you can buy their Eucalyptus oil and related products (including sweets and toiletries), which is also a gallery for local craftspeople and artists.

At Kangaroo Island Wildlife Park we finally got to meet the native Kangaroo Island kangaroos.  All the animals in the park are rescued ones which cannot be released back into the wild and many are tame. We were able to hand feed kangaroos, and to stroke koalas. There are also free-roaming peacocks who seem to enjoy eating the kangaroos’ food.

Remarkable Rocks

In the afternoon we visited some interesting rock formations: Remarkable Rocks and Admiral’s Arch. The weather had taken a turn for the worse, and some members of the party decided to stay warm and dry on the coach rather than to go down the boardwalk in the rain to see Admiral's Arch, but I persevered. It was worth it when I reached the bottom and was able to see the natural arch formed from a collapsed cave and the New Zealand fur seal colony that lives there.

Despite the lack of wombats, we enjoyed our trip to Kangaroo Island, though in retrospect it would have been even better in summer.  If visiting in winter months, waterproof clothing with a hood is essential!

The Manchester of the South?

Adelaide

I have always been a bit wary about visiting Australia. One hears stories about deadly spiders and snakes. Not to mention the heat and the forest fires.And then there are all those bronzed, athletic Aussies putting pasty northerners like me to shame.


However, the solution proved to be a visit to Adelaide  during their winter. In fact, Adelaide has quite a European feel. It reminded me of Manchester, only with better weather, and parakeets (both plusses, in my book). Like Manchester it has several universities, an excellent shopping centre, a rather good Art Gallery, a major sporting venue, free city centre buses and a tram. 

Adelaide Oval

Owing to a cricket-mad husband, our very first stop after checking in to our hotel was the recently-redeveloped Adelaide Oval, where he wanted to visit the Don Bradman Collection museum. We found Adelaide Oval easily enough, but finding entrance for Bradman museum was a bit harder. There was a surprisingly relaxed attitude to allowing public to wander around inside the stadium. No one seemed worried about two random visitors looking around.

Once we actually located the entrance we found a small but interesting exhibition about the life and career of Don Bradman, the Australian cricketing legend who made Adelaide his home. It includes items from his personal collection of cricketing memorabilia spanning the period 1927-77. Bradman’s career coincided with the introduction of radio commentary. He was an amateur and earned a living from journalism and stockbroking (although I suspect probably only had many of the opportunities because of his cricket). 

Rundle Mall

Both cities also have some quirky sculpture. Manchester has a giant Vimto bottle. Adelaide has bronze pigs roaming Rundle Mall. "A Day Out" by Marguerite Derricourt is one of the more casual pieces of street art that I have come across. It comprises four bronze pigs who look completely at home - one of them is even rummaging in a litter bin. The artwork was commissioned as part of an upgrade to Rundle Mall in 1999. A public competition led to each of the pigs being named. Horatio is the sitting pig, Oliver is the one rootling in the litter bin and the other two are called Augusta and Truffles.

Haigh's have been making and selling chocolate in Adelaide since 1915. The original site was at Beehive Corner, where there is still a Haigh's shop today. The factory is however located in Greenhill Road, and it has a Visitor Centre which offers free tours where you can find out why Haigh's don't make white chocolate, and see how truffles are coated by rolling them in tempered chocolate. On arrival, visitors are offered a complimentary tea or coffee. After a talk about the history of Haigh's and how chocolate is made from cocoa beans (with a chance to try some Haigh's milk and plain chocolate and chocolate speckles), visitors can view chocolates being made in the factory itself. We were told that employees are allowed to eat as much chocolate as they like. I would have thought that this would put them off eating chocolate for life, but we were assured that this is not so! Several children present on our tour were very interested in how they might apply for jobs. The tour only lasts about 20 minutes or so, but it's free, interesting, and you get to eat chocolate, so well worth a visit.

There are two kinds of museum - the traditional kind with object in dusty glass cabinets and the modern kind with lots of interactive, multimedia activities but fewer actual artefacts on display. Most museums fall somewhere on a scale between the two. The South Australian Museum is pretty much at the traditional end of the scale. I happen to like that type of museum, but it can be less interesting for children.The exhibits mainly comprise ethnographic material about Australia and the Pacific, palaeontology, mineralogy and natural history. One of the prize exhibits is a giant squid exhibited vertically in a stairwell over several floors. The ethnographic gallery dealing with Polynesia dates from 19th century. The curators appear to be a bit embarrassed about this particular gallery and there are notices explaining that it is old and does not reflect current attitudes, but is retained as a sort of museum of museum practice.

The Migration Museum, housed buildings that used to be part of Adelaide's Destitute Asyslum, is rather more modern in approach, It tells the stories of those who settled in South Australia, and the effects of the European migration on the indigenous people who were already there. Between 1815 and 1930, approximately 3.5 million people from Britain and Europe made the long journey overseas in the hope of a new life in Australia, though a far smaller number came to South Australia. There are documents, photos and personal possessions, as well as personal stories. Under the ‘White Australia’ policy, migrants who were not white British had to take a dictation test in a language they didn't know, such as Hungarian. I find it hard to comprehend how anyone could have come up with this scheme.

Elder Park is a pleasant park by the river Torrens. There are some interesting water features and sculptures to look at - I particularly liked the sculpture that resembled paper boats. The birds are also fun to watch - I watched as a pelican managed to get some food, then waddled to the waters edge where all the ducks and other waterfowl queued up expectantly beneath, waiting for him to drop it. From the park you can take a trip in 'Popeye'- a 40 minute cruise, with commentary, which goes as far as the weir in one direction, than back and along as far as the zoo. Tickets are available for the round trip or a one way ride to the zoo. We opted for the round trip - tickets were $15 each. Our ride was slightly more eventful than usual, as the boatman had to stop to come to the rescue of someone who had fallen in the river (not one of the passengers). Fortunately, he was OK.

A version of this formerly appeared on my Virtual Tourist page.

The Womble Project

Orinoco on Wimbledon Common

This is another page I have retrieved from my VT account.

Wombles are small furry creatures that live on Wimbledon Common and pick up litter, making good use of the things that they find, that everyday folks leave behind. They originally appeared in books by Elisabeth Beresford, and later as an animated children's TV series. In the 1970s they even had hit records, and they made a comeback at Glastonbury Festival in 2011.

When young Wombles are old enough to go out on litter duty, they choose a name from the world atlas. Over the past few years, we have been visiting places which provided names for Wombles.

Naturally our Womble-related travels had to begin at the Womble home in Wimbledon Common. We took Orinoco Womble along with us.

Rumba the Macaw

As Orinoco is probably the most famous Womble, our journey proper started in January 2009 with a trip to Venezuela, to visit the Orinoco Delta, after which he was named.I paddled a canoe, went piranha fishing and met a very friendly macaw who helped herself to our lunch and then tried to move in with us.  It was very different from my usual sort of trip, but we also had time for a visit to the historic city of Ciudad Bolivar and a quick tour of Caracas.

Tobermory

Tobermory was the handyman Womble, who made good use of the things the Wombles found on the Common. But Tobermory the town on the Isle of Mull is rather more well known for the children's TV series, Balamory, which was filmed there.

Great Uncle Bulgaria in Bulgaria

Great Uncle Bulgaria is the senior Womble in the burrow. Bulgaria was the only place on our Womble itinerary that we had visited before, so we decided to do something different, and opted for a walking holiday. I imagined it would be like the guided botanical walks I had done in Crete. This was a bit of a miscalculation. I realised that shortly after arriving when the group leader asked if our insurance included helicopter evacuation...

Tomsk

Tomsk is the sporty, brawny Womble. But Tomsk in Siberia is a city with a number of universities ('the Oxford of Siberia'?). Our visit gave us an excuse

to travel on the Trans-Siberian railway. This provided us with an extra 'bonus' Womble, as the train also passed through Omsk, the name of a visiting Russian Womble in one of the books.

Cholet

Cholet is a small French town that we would probably never have visited if it had not been for the Womble project. As Mme Cholet was the Womble chef, we went to the 'Festival of Rural Deliciousness' -mmm apple fritters!

Wellington was the brainy Womble. Sadly, we didn't make it to New Zealand (yet!). Fortunately, there are a pair of Wellingtons in the UK: one in Somerset and one in Shropshire. The Shropshire one is near the Wrekin, where we took our pocket-sized Wellington for a walk. For Womble purists, it's the Somerset one that Wellington Womble is actually named after.

Bungo and his bridge

Last, but not least.... Bungo!  Bungo was a self-important, bossy Womble. He picked his name by closing his eyes and pointing at the atlas. Bungo actually turned out to be an old name for an area in southern Japan. When we got there we were excited to find that Bungo had his very own bridge in Kitakyushu. We only found it thanks to the time-travelling racoons, but that's another story...

Our final trip of the project was to Adelaide. Miss Adelaide looked after the Womble nursery. She is mentioned in the books, but didn't appear in the original TV series. In Adelaide we met another small furry creature beginning with 'Wom...' - a wombat!

A wombat in Adelaide Zoo

The Gotham of the Desert

Urumqi

This is a travelogue concerning part of our Central Asian trip in 2007 that I have retrieved from my Virtual Tourist account.

Buying grapes in Turpan

The day started with a three hour drive from Turpan to Urumqi. The driver appeared to go the wrong way at first, but Tony (our local guide) said he wanted to buy some local Turpan grapes. He then presented us with a big box of them as a present! The drive to Urumqi was very scenic – bare mountain and desert, following by a river valley.

After two hours we came to a large wind farm, where we stopped

Wind farm

to take photographs and I encountered my first really disgusting pit toilet – even the flies recoiled. Later we passed a salt lake (which allegedly had similar properties to the Dead Sea) then a freshwater lake and a reservoir.

Urumqi, the capital of Xinjiang province, is a very modern city, which has only been built in the last fifty or so years and looks a bit like a sort of Gotham City in the middle of the desert. Our first port of call was the museum, which is best known for the mummies found in the desert. We were first shown an exhibit of the different peoples of Xinjiang (Uighur, Kazakh, Mongol, Manchu etc.), before being taken upstairs to see the famous mummies with European features, including the Loulan beauty; a woman who was buried with a small mask containing human teeth; a four year old child; and a couple from 1800 BC (she of mixed European and Mongol ethnicity, he of European) – the textiles they were wearing were finely woven and very well preserved. The way out of this exhibition passed through the inevitable gift shop, which included reproductions (and allegedly genuine antiquities) as well as very beautiful, but heavy, books about the discoveries.

Tony then took us to lunch. We told him that we were not too hungry, so he only ordered beef with vegetables; chicken with peppers and mushrooms (very bony, but the mushrooms were good), Chinese leaves; cabbage with prawns (slightly worrying in the city that is distinguished for being furthest from the ocean) and soup with tofu and leaves. Goodness knows how much food we would have been offered if we had said we were hungry!

Bazaar in Urumqi

After lunch we went to the bazaar. There were lots of raisins from Turpan, dried apricots and spices, but overall it was more like a modern shopping mall than a traditional eastern bazaar.

Tony then asked what we would like to do next, as we had time to kill before our flight to Kashgar. Having been in China for a while by this point, I now knew the ropes so I vetoed his suggestion of a visit to a carpet factory, and suggested the park which he had pointed out to us as we drove into the city. I think he thought we were mad. He said he hadn’t been there since he was ten years old, but he complied with good grace. The park turned out to be attractive, with flowers, amusements for children, stands celebrating every modern Olympic games, refreshment stands but toilets that were only marginally better than those near the wind farm.

Red Hill Park, Urumqi

We had a cold drink on a terrace with a great view of the city, where a PA system was (bizarrely) playing Una Paloma Blanca and then visited a pagoda which also had a good view of the city, and another smaller pagoda which marks the spot where the head of a serpent is trapped. The serpent’s tail is trapped by a pagoda on an opposite hill – if the buildings collapse, the serpent will be freed and Urumqi will be destroyed by flood - (allegedly).

After that, Tony got his revenge saying that as there was still some time to kill before our flight to Kashgar, we could visit the government gift shop.   

End of an Era

7 January 2017

I have written here previously about my involvement with Virtual Tourist.

Yesterday I received the following email:

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I can't say that it was a total surprise, as usage has been declining, but a huge amount of effort has been made over the past year or two by staff and members to move the content onto a new code base so that it is up to date with modern web standards. The staff, who have always been really good about responding to members' queries and letting us know what was going on, were simply laid off with no warning.

Virtual Tourist was a place where members could write their own pages, itineraries and travelogues, as well as the tips or reviews of specific attractions, hotels, restaurants that are so dear to Trip Advisor. There was also an excellent travel advice forum, and a social side with a 'Miscellaneous' online forum and real world VT meets.

When I think about the amount of time I have spent building tips and pages, and doing site admin, I could weep.  I'm now busy trying to retrieve what I can from the shipwreck, and will post some of it here.

A Hairy Time in Barcelona?

The Plaça Catalunya is the terminus of the airport bus and the arrival point of many visitors to Barcelona. From here it is possible to stroll down the series of avenues known as Las Ramblas to the Columbus monument and the sea.  If, that is, you do not get distracted by the bird market, the flower market, the artists or the living statues along the way, as we did.   There was quite an epidemic of living statues in the city, from grey, traditional statues, to clowns, robots, mummies and a green painted pixie (or alien). There have to be better ways to earn a living than painting yourself white and standing still all day, but it must be quite lucrative for so many of them to do it.  In addition to the living sculptures, Barcelona is also adorned by modern sculptures; the result of a public sculpture programme intended to brighten up the city for the 1992 Olympics.

Wilfred the Hairy

Our first port of call in a city famed for its art and architecture was, naturally, the zoo. Barcelona zoo is famous for its albino gorilla, known as Snowflake, but we were more interested in the pair of rare hyacinth macaws.  For those who are concerned about the morality of zoos, I can only observe that Barcelona zoo appears to be well run, and to have conservation, rather than spectacle, as its main priority. 

Having visited the zoo, we turned to the artistic delights of Barcelona.  The Museu Picasso is one of those museums that guidebooks tell you is worth visiting, even if you are not interested in the art, simply for the building alone. There is a certain justification for this, for the museum is situated in two fifteenth-century palaces in Barcelona’s Gothic quarter.  Unsurprisingly, since the artist lived in Barcelona between the ages of 14 and 23, the collection is strongest on his early years.  However, for me the most interesting part was the series of paintings based on interpretations of Velázquez’s Las Meninas, which become increasingly abstract, so that it becomes quite difficult to spot the dog, let alone the children. 

Before coming to Barcelona I had heard a lot about La Sagrada Familia, the huge unfinished church designed by Gaudí.  This is not to be confused with the Cathedral, in the old town, which is gothic, dating mostly from the thirteenth and fourteenth  centuries.  Its principal curiosity is the gaggle of geese that live quite happily in its cloister.  The Cathedral is also noteworthy for the carving of Wilfred the Hairy on one of its portals.

Wilfred the Hairy (Guifré el Pelós) was a character who unified Catalonia in the Dark Ages, a sort of Catalan Alfred the Great.  He was Count of Barcelona in the ninth century, and was fittingly a contemporary, and nominally a subject, of the Carolingian emperor Charles the Bald.  Disappointingly, some historians now question whether or not he actually was hairy, or whether his soubriquet became misinterpreted over time (rather like the argument about whether Ethelred was unready or not).  Unfortunately, there are few traces of the hirsute one to be found in modern Barcelona and his tomb is in the church of Santa Maria del Ripoll in the north of Catalonia.  A suitably hairy portrayal of Wilfred can be seen on one of the portals of the Cathedral, killing a dragon.  Unlike St George, who also adorns the portal, Wilfred needs no armour to protect him.

In the square outside the cathedral we saw a procession of schoolchildren in fancy dress and yet more living statues.  I felt rather sorry for the Egyptian mummy. He was supposed to be fully encased in gold lycra, but he had trouble doing it up properly at the back, so that there was a clear view of his vest and shorts. I really wanted to go and tuck him in, but fortunately managed to resist the temptation. 

The day after visiting the cathedral, we visited some of the famous buildings designed by Gaudí, starting with the Park Guëll.  This was not designed to be a park, but an upmarket housing development, for which Gaudí was commissioned to provide the infrastructure, which included entrance lodges, a marketplace and square, and a mosaic lizard fountain.  In the event, only two of the building plots were developed, and the site became a park. One of the houses is now a Gaudí  museum. On Saturday and Sundays between 10.00 a.m. and 2.00 p.m. there is an ‘art exhibition’ or gathering of artists displaying their wares. For those like us who collect pictures as souvenirs of our travels, this could prove costly.  It is also not entirely practical to purchase a large watercolour painting on a somewhat rainy day.

Casa Milà, also known as La Pedrera (the stone quarry), is an apartment building, with a distinctive, curvy, organic-looking façade.  It is possible to go in and see one of the apartments furnished in the contemporary style and to go up to the roof terrace to have a close up view of the weirdly shaped chimney pots. The final Gaudí site we visited was the (in)famous Sagrada Familia.   This was unfinished at the time of Gaudí’s death, although work is now taking place to complete it. Our first view was of the newer façade, depicting the Passion, which looked fairly normal.  Having passed through the building, we came upon Gaudí’s original façade, depicting the Nativity.  This, according to my husband, resembled ‘the gaping maw of hell’, though I am not sure how he was able to recognise it.  It is certainly unusual.  The decoration is very organic and flowing in appearance. As well as the figures of the Holy family, there are all sorts of creatures, even a turkey, and at the top there is something which looked to me like a Christmas tree with doves on it.

The Park Guëll, with its strange buildings and vistas, had reminded me slightly of Portmeirion. The following day we visited the Poble Espanyol – an artificial ‘village’ created for the Universal Exhibition of 1929, containing examples of architecture from each region of Spain.  This was even more like Portmeirion. Now the buildings house souvenir shops, exhibitions and cafes, including an exhibition of fans, with an alarming commentary:  “Foamy specimen and of manual prestige, the fate, whatever ends be in its use in feminine presdigitation, still conserves its suprahistorical charm of fascinating manufacture…”.  The central square is often used for performances and concerts.  We left hurriedly as a country and western group started to perform. 

The Poble Espanyol is on the Montjuïc hill, and it is a relatively short walk from here to the Olympic area.  Here we saw the stadium, already looking rather sad and neglected, and the very space-age looking Palau d’Esports Sant Jordi.  Further down the road was the Fundació Miró, founded by the artist Joan Miró,  as a centre for study and experimentation in contemporary art.  Although I am a bit sceptical about some modern art, especially of the unmade bed variety, I found this interesting, particularly the mercury fountain.  My husband, who is even more sceptical than I, declared that one or two of the exhibits were ‘a load of old nonsense’ but even he was fascinated by the brightly-coloured sculptures on the terrace, which were figures made from unusual objects.

To return from Montjuïc to the city centre there is a choice of funicular or a cable car, which takes you down to the harbour. The cable car delivered us to the vicinity of the harbour fish restaurants just in time for a leisurely Sunday lunch of suqets de pescadoi (fish stew) followed by a caramel fruit dessert. 

There is a huge choice of food in Barcelona: Seafood paella, chicken paella, mixed seafood and chicken paella, vegetarian paella and black paella made with squid ink are widely available.  In addition, there are a huge range of tapas, and local specialities, such as the aforementioned suqets de pescadoi and bullabesa,  a fish soup.  The most ubiquitous dessert is crema catalana, a type of crème brulée, closely followed by what was described as ‘heavenly pudding’, a sort of sweet terrine, with a caramel topping.  The fruit version of this is particularly delicious. 

Getting around Barcelona is easy. There is a comprehensive metro system as well as the local buses, and the city is relatively compact so that many of the things to see are within walking distance of each other and the hotels.

I would thoroughly recommend Barcelona for a short break, but one word of warning: it seems to be an extremely popular venue for student visits. All of the colleges in my area seemed to be having field trips there at the same time as our visit.  

A Taste of Sorrento

The writers of nauseating management platitudes say that when life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade. In Sorrento, they appear to have taken this advice to heart in a big way. There are a lot of lemons in Sorrento. The town is surrounded by lemon groves, their trees carefully protected with netting against giant hailstones.  But they don’t only make lemonade. They make all sorts of lemon-flavoured products: limoncello, a liqueur which can only be described as a cross between lemsip and paintstripper; lemon ice-cream; lemon sorbet; lemon granita; lemon sweets; lemon biscuits; lemon chocolate; lemon sauce; lemon risotto; lemon profiteroles. You name it, they do a lemon version of it.  If the edible versions were not enough, they also do lemon soap and numerous tourist souvenirs of varying degrees of merit featuring lemons, ranging from ceramics and table linen to fridge magnets.  It would be quite easy, if pointless, to have an entirely lemon-flavoured meal, served on tableware decorated with lemons.

I am not that keen on lemons as such, but I tried several of the lemon-flavoured edibles in the interests of research.  Lemon risotto is quite pleasant, if a little too like rice pudding for a starter. Pasta with lemon sauce is more interesting, particularly when made with unusual star-shaped pasta.  ‘Lemon delicious’ is a sponge-based dessert with lemon cream, which is surprisingly pleasant, and nothing at all like the synthetic lemon-flavoured desserts I remember from school dinners.  I would add though, that a chocolate version of this dessert looks more delicious still. Lemon granita (a refreshing crushed ice concoction) is widely available from Sorrento’s gelaterias and from street stalls in Naples, and very welcome in the heat, but overall the quality of granitas in the area does not match that of Sicily, where they are a little more sorbet-like.

Sorrento’s gelaterias serve ice cream and sorbets in many other flavours as well as lemon, from the anagrammatic melon to apple, and from amaretto to tiramisu. The oddest flavour I saw was Ferrero Rocher  - presumably the Ambassador comes to Sorrento for his holidays. One gelateria has a menu for ice-cream sundaes that is as thick as a telephone directory.  The bigger gelaterias also serve a waistline-threatening range of cakes.  Interesting patisserie is also available in cafes and bakeries.    

Pizza was of course invented in the Naples area, and it is impossible to beat a genuine Italian pizza made in a proper pizza oven. Whilst purists might argue that real pizza should be topped with nothing more than tomatoes, mozzarella and a sprinkling of herbs, pizzerias offer versions topped with other items including ham, sausage, mushrooms and artichokes. Those looking for a Hawaiian pizza with pineapple will however be disappointed.

Pasta is also good.  Seafood versions, such as spaghetti alla vongole are delicious. For the more adventurous, I can recommend ravioli with almonds and cherry tomato sauce.  This is in effect marzipan ravioli in tomato sauce, garnished with a langoustine. It may sound revolting, but actually tastes surprisingly good.  The Sicilian speciality of pasta with tomato and aubergine sauce is also widely available, although here it goes under the name of ‘Siciliana’ rather than ‘alla Norma’.

After such interesting pasta starters, main courses can seem a little dull, but a plate of mixed fish and seafood from the grill is never boring.  The only problem is finding room for the dessert afterwards.

If you are planning to visit the Sorrento area, be prepared to gain a few extra pounds.