Train to the seaside town Otranto. Was ok, nothing to write a postcard home about. That said the sun was out and I just relaxed by the harbour – after I’d sampled a couple of local pies, including local delicacy rustico.
I decided to walk back from here to Zolino station. I took the SP48 to Martano…a long, straight road lined with olive fields. When I eventually arrived in Martano I couldn’t see the directions out to Zolino. So I asked a local restaurateur. He insisted on taking me and I’m glad he did – it was further than I thought. I asked if I could pay him…and he said in Italian “from the heart”. Nice man.