In the spring of 1976 I made arrangements for my very first trip to continental Europe and booked a Cosmos holiday to Sorrento in Italy with my girlfriend Linda. We were due to go on the 12th June but at some point shortly before travel she fell for the charms of a reporter on the local newspaper and abruptly ended the relationship.
This created a problem because it was within the no refund period and so I was faced with the prospect of losing all my money. I could have begged I suppose but that would have been undignified so instead we had a family crisis meeting and the solution was found when dad enthusiastically stepped in and agreed to take her place. That’s what dads are for, I would do exactly the same!
And so, on the appointed Saturday, we travelled to Luton airport for the Monarch Airlines flight to Naples. Apart from the Isle of Wight this was the first time that dad had been overseas as well and to be honest he was slightly overdressed for the occasion in his rather formal sports jacket and tie.
There again this was still a time when passengers still wore their best clothes to travel, airport departure was far more civilized without the dehumanising process of security checks and where officers at passport control called you Sir.
Airline travel was different in 1976, the flight had proper seat allocations and the plane had comfortable reclining chairs with adequate legroom and stewardesses who wore smart yellow uniforms seemed genuinely pleased to see you and served a complimentary hot meal and free drinks. These days they are called Flight Attendants in the same way that actresses are called actors.
The plane landed at a rather Spartan military airport base near to the city of Naples and after I had already taken a picture of the plane we were firmly warned against taking photographs. It wasn’t an especially welcoming sort of place as we passed through a rather austere passport control and baggage reclaim hall both decorated in slate grey and in dire need of a welcoming makeover and made our way through to the coach that was waiting for us.
The twenty-five kilometre drive to Sorrento took about forty-five minutes along a busy road running alongside the Circumvesuviana railway and on the way we got our first look at Mount Vesuvius which towers up dangerously close to the city, and then as we swooped down through cypresses, citrus groves and vineyards around the Bay of Naples we could see the Mediterranean Sea and the Island of Capri. The sea and the sky were so intensely blue that at times it was difficult to be sure where one finished and the other started.
This was breathlessly exciting stuff because previously we had never been further than Cornwall or Norfolk and the blue, almost luminous, water looked a lot more inviting than the grey North Sea that’s for sure. When the coach arrived in Sorrento it started dropping off the passengers at their various hotels and finally drove to Sant’ Agnello and a position directly on the coast on the top of the cliff and guests stopping at the Hotel Mediterraneo were invited to leave the coach. This was our stop and we were immediately impressed with where we would be staying and I secretly congratulated myself on a good selection.
The hotel was six stories high and painted a dazzling white with smart green shutters on the windows. At the front trees with attractive pink blossom surrounded it and at the back there was a secluded garden full of citrus trees. At the reception we checked in and the clerk handed over a room key attached to a bell shaped key ring which would make it difficult to misplace and he had a surprise for me and handed over a letter from the pigeon hole behind him. It was my birthday in three days time and this was an envelope, which obviously contained a card, with an English stamp commemorating the bicentennial of American Independence and handwriting that I instantly recognised as Linda’s and that made me feel a little bit sad.
Our room was on the fourth floor and the hotel had one of those old fashioned lifts that were little more than a metal cage that went up and down the shaft and you could see the walls flashing by through the grill. This was the sort of lift that you don’t see any more and have been consigned to history by European health and safety legislation.
The room was on the back of the hotel overlooking the garden and although it was basic it was clean and comfortable and we agreed that it would do very nicely. There was a tiled floor and real wooden furniture, beds with crisp linen sheets and a bathroom with an old-fashioned bath suite. Being 1976 there was no mini-bar of course and no television and certainly no Internet access. We allocated the drawer space, emptied our suitcases and made ourselves feel at home.
The real Sorrento… Way cooler than the one I’d been at in Melbourne. But, both are good. I haven’t been to this one though.
I bet foolish Linda regrets turning down this opportunity!
Well, we got back together soon after and went on holiday to Benidorm!
Glad to hear another good review of the Mediterraneo. We’ve booked clients there before with success and think we’d continue to do so.
And to think you made all the travel arrangements without the internet! What did you do about money, did you exchange your currency for lire, or use traveller’s cheques, or what?
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Good old Dad! Taking it for the team!
That’s what Dad’s are for!
Truly enjoyed this, I love to read the articles – and your articles , in particular – of those who come to visit my country. However, your incident of the heart gave your Dad the chance of crossing the English borders for the first time. Fate.
Thanks. My dad and I both enjoyed our first continental experience!
I’ve never been to Sorrento so this was a great read! I love all the travel stories too!
How cool is your Dad!
He was one of the finest. Thanks Becky.
Comes at a nice time for me as I’m off to Sorrento in June with my sister who has never visited Italy before although she’s travelled a lot (how does one miss Italy, I keep wondering). I was last there about the same time as you, I think, but unlike you I haven’t kept all my photographs and souvenirs from those days (something I now regret). This time I am staying in Sorrento as I want to be within walking distance of the centre and not have to rely on buses and taxis, age and arthritis taking their toll as they do!
I went to Sorrento for a second time in 2004 and this times the roles were reversed as I went with my son. Last year I went to Naples but didn’t make it down to Sorrento. I hope your sister enjoys it!
I love the photos from 1975…and Dad stepping up to go with you! That’s a wonderful example of a supportive parent.
Travel was amazing all those years ago before it became big business instead of filling your dreams.. 😉
So true Lisa, sad but true!
Where’s Linda now? And were you able to get a refund on the two rooms you’d booked so did you and dad share a bed …. if you catch my drift!
Linda lives in Solihull and we remain good friends.
I was confident in advance that the room had two single beds!
I love Sorrento.
One of my least favourites I have to say. Expensive and commercialised. Ruined by the cruise ships.
There was no photo’s of the seagulls; that’s disappointing.
I agree 100% about the airline travel , I worked as a traffic officer with an airline from 1960 to 1964 ( been meaning to write some [posts on that), it was very civilized.
In 1958 I went to work in an old building in Collins St Melbourne and the lift there was a nineteenth century model. It was hydraulic and the water believe it or not came up, by pump, from the Yarra River. It was operated by pulling a rope, or pushing the rope up if going down.
It was brilliant and exciting, thanks for awakening pleasant memories