You’ll ride from Sorrento along the Amalfi Coast by scooter, stopping in Positano’s lively alleys and reaching quiet spots like Fiordo di Furore with local advice. Expect salty breezes, spontaneous pastry breaks, helmet hair, and honest moments overlooking Ravello — it’s less about perfect plans than feeling part of the coast for a day.
Your day includes two high quality helmets for safety, insurance (though not covering any damage to the scooter), a universal phone holder so you can use GPS easily while riding, plus a little souvenir from Sorrento itself. Staff will share their local knowledge about routes and favorite stops along the Amalfi Coast before you set out on your own adventure.
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Read all the reviews ›I still remember the first minute after we picked up our scooter in Sorrento — I was a little nervous, honestly. The guy at the shop (Antonio? Or maybe it was his cousin) handed us two helmets and said something about “traffic like spaghetti” with this big grin. We laughed but he wasn’t kidding. The streets felt alive in that way only southern Italy can manage: horns, Vespas weaving through, the smell of coffee and lemons floating out from somewhere. It was early enough that the sun hadn’t started baking everything yet.
Once we got going along the Amalfi Coast road, I realized why everyone says you need to do this by scooter. You just… feel everything more. The wind off the cliffs is salty and cool one minute, then you’re suddenly wrapped in warm air as you dip into another curve. We stopped in Positano because Antonio told us where to park (not obvious at all). Walking down those narrow alleys toward the beach — I kept losing sight of my friend behind crowds of people carrying baskets or yelling greetings across balconies. There’s this bakery halfway down that smells like sugar and orange peel; we grabbed pastries without even thinking about lunch.
After Positano, we pushed on toward Praiano and Fiordo di Furore — honestly, I’d never heard of it before but Antonio drew a wobbly map for us on a napkin. That little detour was worth it just for the sound: waves echoing under the bridge, almost no one else around except an old man fishing who nodded when we passed (I think he said “buongiorno,” but it might’ve been something else). By late afternoon we made it up to Ravello — that view over the coast is still stuck in my head. We just sat there for a while not saying much. Sometimes you don’t need words.
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