In 2018 I went with our cycling club to ride up Etna and the surrounding area. We managed to arrive just as Storm Luigi (maybe not Luigi but you know what I mean) did which rained us out for most of the days. We managed to get half way up Etna on the bikes when heavy rain and hail began to fall, in the distance Etna was smouldering and laying a long trail of smoke across the sky as if to say “go on, let’s see what you’re made of”. We weren’t made of much that day it seemed and turned around heading for the hotel where we drank them out of beer.
I love Scicily and would be tempted to make a long road trip there in the Morgan were it not for the immense potholes and broken roads that typify the southern part. On one of our excursions we took a wrong turn and ended up at the end of a dual carriageway. The road ended abruptly going nowhere other than over a precipice where, we assumed, a bridge should be. No signs or warnings just concrete blocks stretched randomly across the road. It pays to have local knowledge.
