Of all people, the saracens of the middle ages crafted the most poetic legend in tribute to the beauty of the divine coastline: "When lucifer was cast out of heaven, he tore a piece of it with him, which fell to the earth and became the Amalfi coast" Rest assured: If the breathtaking of this "earthly paradise" was able to impress Saracen pirates so deeply, that they fell to their knees on the planks of their boats in inspired admiration (between two raids presumably), then it is guaranteed to absolutely blow your socks off. The closest you will ever get to the perspective of the poetic pirates of the middle ages is not stressing out for your life on the jammed and narrow Amalfitana, nor by whizzing passed the coastline in a speedboat, but precisely by paddling alongside the rugged cliffs, unexpected marine caves, enchanting villages clutching on to steep precipices like eagle's nests, and of course the pearl string of norman watchtowers all along the coastline. Guess who they were made for? We start from the ancient village of Vietri, world renown for the ancient tradition of ceramics, the fishing village of Cetara, home of the famous colatura, up to the bay of Erchie.