After
Pompei, we were exhausted. That night involved lots Margarita pizza and
cheap beer. Hey, did you know that Margarita pizza is the official pizza
of Naples
because when Queen Margaret came to visit they made her a special pizza
colored
red (tomato sauce) white (mozzarella) and green (bay leaves) to symbolize
the Italian
flag? Well you do now. Oh, this photo is from the top of Mount Vesuvius,
where we
went the next day.
You
can take a bus most of the way up, but then have hike the next mile
and a half or so. Here's an old lava flow.
And
the infamous crater.
Yeah, this view didn't suck.
Faith gazing into the gaping maw.
LOOK,
STEAM! We're so outta here.
Although
one false step and you'd be getting to the bottom alot quicker than desired.
Wow, what a lobby...
As
the sun set, long shadows play along the crater walls.
This
is a much zoomed in shot of Pompei from the top of the volcano. It's FAR.
Wait, look! Some madman is climbing up those rocks
that are perilously
overhanging the crater!
Space
Monkey was evidently going to sacrifice himself to the volcano.
I was able to stop him by reminding him he's no virgin.
So
after lots of hiking about and around the Naples area, we decided it was
time
to move on. We took a train back to the city...
...
and then boarded an overnight ferry bound for Sicily as Vesuvius
slumbered gently in the moonlight. (God, that hoaky. Sorry about that.)
We
actually had a nice little cabin on this boat ride. Check out this thing,
though.
Those are the batteries and charger for the digital camera that I bought
in Croydon
(my US recharger burnt out early on, despite the adaptor). But to get
it to stay into
most outlets, we usually had to come up with something creative. In this
case, since
the only outlet in the room was for some reason up by the ceiling (in
case of flooding??
great.) we had to be particularly inventive. I call this one "The
MacGuyver Setup".
Meanwhile,
we found our way to the lounge. This is how alot of the drinking went,
with Carl getting some cheap, local beer, and Faith getting charged for
2 shots
in order to make a White Russian.
Ah well. After a night of sleep, we arrived in the home of my ancestors.
(Well... half of them, at least.)
