The trip down, Camerino-Bari Brindisi – Ugento Arrival Ugento, inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold, ahhh A page about liberty and vanity The wind whistling through olive groves As the only one piece on the beach I envy the Italians their body confidence. Our umbrella kept being swept into the sea, sometimes it is not good to be in the first row Ugento The body guard, late afternoon fun
