Pants. Capri pants. Embarrassingly, that’s about as much as I knew about Capri before going there today.
The Isle of Capri is about 50 minutes in a boat from Positano, along the incredible cliff lines of the Amalfi Coast.
It’s where many of the rich and famous holiday. Apparently some bloke called George Clooney is a regular. And I can see why, after we dropped anchor and jumped into the bluest of blue water. I imagine George’s boat is a bit more impressive than ours. And it probably has Nespresso on tap.
Once on the island, and after an excruciating wait for a taxi in the blazing sun, we set out for Anacapri. It’s a cute little town at the top of the island, with laneways and whitewashed shops and buildings you expect to see on a Mediterranean island.
From Anacapri, we took the chair lift the highest point of the island. The rickety old chair lift takes about 13 minutes to reach the top. And it’s not for the faint hearted. However once at the top, the views are breathtaking. Below the chairlift you see hats, thongs and scarves that have been lost to the one-footed, sun-shy locals forever.