Once you arrive at Canalotto, you can’t go wrong: there is the Motel Beach. This huge old abandoned motel, where the heroin trade between Palermo and Trapani was organized and in the evening at the disco bar you could drink a martini by the pool. Park in the parking lot serving the Paziente bar and the supermarket. Take a ride inside the Motel Beach. Do not be afraid, override the fence, it is still owned by the Mafia family of the Alcamo district, those who lost the war in the 80’s-90’s. What used to be the swimming pool is now a mega flowerbed that assembles what is left of the Mediterranean scrub. Take a tour of the ground floor and then go upstairs, watch your head!!!

Back in the car. Here, in Sicily, you must have a car whatever you want to do. Get out from the parking lot, cross the rail crossing and follow the road under-the-line (it says so it is north of the railway). Go down the road, park at a certain point, continue on foot, go over the chain. You are on public property, on the right the railway and on the left the sea. Immerse yourself in the eucalyptus trees, clearly not indigenous, that forms a grove. On your left, you will find the sea, the sand is beautiful, the water is sometimes dirty because all the municipalities of the Gulf of Castellammare discharge their dark water into the sea, not to mention all the houses on the coast from Alcamo to Balestrate, they are not equipped with sewer. Oops.

When you’re tired, the sea tires, write on google Cuba delle Rose. Walk on the beach till the Boschetto di Balestrate – a nudist beach. Once there, follow the road to get to the Indian Ocean street, walk it. The landscape is typical of the Sicilian latifundia. There are still many vineyards, but proudly come out the piles of garbage and the various unfinished buildings. This road gently climbs towards Alcamo, in front of you stands the viaduct Calatubo of the A29 highway. Continue until the Cuba delle Rose. This is a work of Arabic hydraulic engineering, collects the water that sinks into the gorges of the rock a little ‘above, the one on which a strip of the viaduct is attached.

Walk further and follow the footprints of the goats-SUV. In the summer, I don’t know if you can see them, in any case follow the road that takes you under the viaduct. Once under the bridge, you see the fortress of Calatubo, in Arabic Qat ‘al ‘Awbi. From there, there is a crazy view, if it weren’t for the viaduct that cuts the air in half, under the garbage, above the sky; in front of it a nice tub of shit.