Oh Naples, if you didn't have Pompeii, I so wouldn't be here. You are dirty, noisy, rude and dangerous. And you have pre-packaged toast.
Though you sure do have good pizza. Paul and I went out with some hostel friends (Blake the American, Toby the Australian, Daisy and Claire the Brits, and Martin (?) the Argentinian). We went in search of this pizza place, which is apparently the best pizza in Naples. We got a little lost, so we asked directions from a man who turned out to be the godfather, or close to. He had the voice, the smart clothes, the hand gestures, and he even did the kissing thing with his hand (you know the one). He told us to go somewhere else, somewhere called Il Presidente. So we did. It was cheap, 3 or 4 Euros a pizza, and very good. The wine too was quite nice. The company was excellent, lots of talking and laughing - instant camaraderie. Limoncello finished the meal.
We wandered down to the waterfront, stepping over the KO-ed dogs in the middle of the street and the cats that live under the rocks by the sea. There was a festival thing on, with live Christian rock. Woo. The Argentinian shot fluffy animals with a BB gun and gave me a kangaroo-chihuahua thing, who unfortunately remains in Naples. Moseyed back to our hostel around 1am and it was still 27 degrees Celsius. Cripes.
Pompeii was cool and a lot larger than I had imagined. The brothel was cool, especially the little pictures on the walls about offered services. We walked past a guide, fervently advising the children to check ot the beds (not the walls, don't look up) and called it the home of the oldest profession in the world. We walked around for five and a half hours and still had some to see.
Sweltering. Mid thirties to forty degrees Celsius (95 - 104 Fahrenheit) all day. After a while, it's just too hot. I wanted to keeping exploring and appreciating things, but it was too hot to do so. I was just melting. My sweat could have rehydrated the Sahara. Back to Naples for beers with hostel friends.
Couldn't find a ride/plane/train out of Naples for less than 170 Euros. Screw it. We'll make it up as we go - Gods know it's hot enough to sleep outside.
Kangaroo chihuahua? What? Was this before or after he shot it? Or does he splice his kills into exciting new shapes? Seriously confused.
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I'm glad you had an enjoyable Italian pizza experience and helpful local guide.
In my experience, Italians really are as gesturey OTT as TV makes them out to be.
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I want to hear the rest of the story!
It may have been a kangaroo, it may have been a chihuahua. We couldn't really figure it out. Whatever it was genetically, it was definitely an aspiring rapper fashionistically.
ReplyDeleteThat pizza place is super hard to find, took me ages- even though i was staying relatively just around the corner lol. But it was super good. You're lucky you werent there during the rubbish strikes like i was - way way worse. Oh and Pompeii is da bomb! - Kylie
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