Carlo had been kayaking for 9 hours. He paddled into the little port at Castellabate, but there wasn't much there so he carried on a bit more until he found a beach full of people. He pulled up the canoe onto the sand (yes, real sand, not pebbles like the beachs in Positano) and immediately made friends with a local guy, a lifeguard.
They chatted for a while until the lifeguard came off duty and offered to take him to a bar for a drink. Carlo left the canoe pulled up on the beach and climbed onto the back of the lifeguards vespa and was given a tour of the town, four bars and even the lifeguards home. After dinner he went back to the beach and set up his tent on the sand adn tried to settle down to a nights sleep. Sleeping on the beach was not as idyllic as he thought though. He had no sleeping bag and was cold in his shorts and t-shirt. The sand, after a while felt lumpy and humid rather than soft and comfortable. At about 3.30am he gave up trying to sleep and started pacing the beach. Eventually at 7am a cafe opened and he gratefully went in to use the bathroom and have breakfast.
At about 9am he set off in the canoe again and paddled steadiy southwards.
He canoed for seven and a half hours and finally pulled in at Palinuro, where he didn't even contemplate sleeping on the beach and promptly checked into a small hotel with a lovely view. He had a restful nights sleep and set off again early the next morning.