Taormina, Sicily, Bus Ride

One afternoon we left the RV in the campground at Lettojannie, and rode the bus to and from Taormina. When the large gravel truck in front of us just quit, our bus driver, a skilled driver with a lousy attitude, drove his bus right up almost against the back of the truck. Our driver wasn’t about to give up his space without a “fight.” For a minute we expected a real fight would accompany all that bellowing.

Some people moved their parked cars, and several very large men bounced a very small car out of its non-parking space, bounced it across the street into a similar space. Now our bus, with an inch to spare, could slither up the switch-back road to Taormina, high above the Mediterranean Sea.

The huge, very powerful city buses are able to climb the steep hills easily, but are almost too large for these narrow streets. But come to think of it, on some of these streets, a donkey-cart would be too large.

Taormina has been here for 2300 years. During the intervening centuries the road has not gotten bigger, the vehicles have.