I am taking the risk. From the last hairpin bends, on the road leading to Maronti coast,
I am passing through a path, difficult to walk, overlooking the promontory. Only a few people know it. It is not an easy one; you need to be an extreme trekking expert. I cling onto a broom and eventually I succeed. I jump like an Alpine Ibex on the big rocks of the extreme eastern edge of the beach and I enjoy the sight of a kind of tiny bay all for myself. Further, there are small groups of families with their children, beach umbrellas and food. I like this genuine folklore, made in Ischia.
