A climber called Mallory disappeared on Mount Everest in 1922 and his frozen body was only found about 10 years ago. The question was, did he reach the top and die on the way down or did he never get to the summit? Well, for the avoidance of doubt we never made it to the top of Vesuvius, the still active volcano. We got to the car park at the last and highest base camp, about a million feet above Naples, but it was in the clouds and they were turning dark and nasty and thunder was rumbling. So the park rangers advised us not to set off to climb to the top as we could get caught in a violent storm. Our tour guide had a difficult decision to make and opted for safety first. I was very disappointed as I wanted to go to the very top, but fair play to her (lol G!!) she would have been blamed if anything had happened to anyone.

So we came all the way back again, but they did stop the coach 3 times to let us get out and admire the views.
Back at sea level it was a nice day so we strolled round Sorrento, had lunch in a garden type restaurant and finally had an ice cream from the highly recommended shop. Wary of what happened to Isaac recently we opted for a carton and spoon rather than a cornet. I had scoops of almond and salted caramel flavours and mum had banana.  So, our final dinner and mum's penultimate encounter with the waiter who flirts with all the ladies. Macaroni bolognese to start and roast beef, roast potatoes and carrots.  Very Italian.  They did call it English style beef to be fair.
This evening we had an excursion to buy some limoncello to take home.  All the gift shops sell it but
our guide had said the best is made by Villa Massa; we eventually tracked some down in a specialist
wine shop. No wine or limoncello consumed today, just 2 beers in order to start the drying out process for when I'm back home.

Robert DeNiro enjoying pepperoni pizza.