Furore, Amalfi Coast
Furore is one of those magical places on the Amalfi Coast that I’d only viewed on Google or from the window of one of the buses as we’d driven over the bridge of this secluded cove. For whatever reason, during all my Amalfi visits, Furore was still somewhere I was yet to explore, but it was on the must-do list for this particular trip and I’m so pleased to say I finally made it to that ridiculously Instagrammable spot!
We decided to spend a lazy afternoon there, packing our towels and suncream into a backpack, then waiting (and waiting and waiting, Amalfi’s bus schedule does not work like London’s more convenient one), and finally jumping onboard a bus that would whizz past Furore. We told the bus driver we wanted to stop there, and then we relaxed back in our seats, and our journey began.
Except, we drove straight past Furore, and the bus driver did not look like he had any intention of stopping. We’d pressed multiple ‘stop’ buttons ahead of time, but still he kept driving. We are much too British (well TBND is, and clearly I’ve adopted some of these British ways) to yell ‘STOP!!!’ like one of the locals would have. And so, we ended up in the next town, Praiano. Having waited an hour for the bus to take off from Amalfi, and now finding ourselves too far away to walk back to Furore, we decided to take a quick walk around, before waiting for another 30 minutes to take the bus back the other way, and breaaaaathe.
Finally, we made it to Furore, descending the stairs to the beach. This place is literally like something out of a movie. It’s quirky, and does have a feeling of a deserted ship yard, but looking out towards the ocean, and with the sea that perfect turquoise shade, the day’s struggle to get to our destination was soon forgotten.
We shared the beach with very few people, making it feel like we were in our own secret bay. After warming up in the sunshine, we dived into the water and spent a perfect afternoon there.
Then the rain started. Yep, not even joking, the one and only time it rained on our vacation, and it was heavy. So we packed up our things and sheltered whilst waiting for the bus. And guess what? After waiting 45 minutes, and waving manically when we saw the bus approach, the driver drove straight past us. You can use your imagination as to the words and gestures that followed, and our extreme dislike for bus drivers at that stage. So we walked in the direction of Amalfi, and another 30 minutes later, a bus driver pulled over and picked us up. Hooray!
Back in Amalfi, we sat in our usual spot on the cathedral stairs, doing our usual afternoon ritual, eating lemon granite topped with fresh strawberries. Back in Atrani (Amalfi’s neighbouring village), we changed for the evening, and prepared for our usual evening routine of drinks, food, and gelato.
It’s amazing how good Italian food and ice cream can make you forget your frustrations of the day. And looking at our photos of Furore made the testing journey there and back absolutely worth it. A tiny gem on the Amalfi Coast that should not be missed!