Beach in Balestrate

We leave our beautiful viewpoint and drive through Palermo. The city is very big and the traffic is chaotic. Everyone is driving around wildly and honking.

The fishermen sell their fresh catch directly on the street.

Then we finally get through Palermo and the traffic gets lighter. We drive along the coast and look for a place to stay. There is not really a bathing beach here. But we will find it in Balestrate. The beach is not exactly a dream beach either, there is a lot of garbage here. But we can park right on the beach and have a clear view of the Mediterranean.

There are two Italian campers besides us. Both fathers are fishing on the beach.

Finally it's nice and warm. After the cool rainy weather in Ireland and England, it's a real treat. First Schnuffilein gets a summer haircut and then my chauffeur.

In the afternoon, two official men come and stick posts with numbers in the sand every few meters. They send the two fishermen away. At first, we didn't really understand what was going on because we don't understand Italian. There was loud arguing and wild gesturing with their hands, and we were afraid they might even fight. Later it became clear that there is a fishing competition here and no one else is allowed to fish during this time... Everything they catch is controlled and measured late into the night.