Ghetto Day

Getto Day

Well if figures we would have one of these days, after passing by all the original Jewish Gettos. As it turns out the sketchballs hostel we were staying at wasn't so sketballs, nothing got taken, no problems. Until we tried to check out. Our plan for the day was to leave our hostel outside of Cinque Terre at 5:30 and catch a train that would get us in Napales at around noon. It kind of worked out.

Checkout went off without a hitch for the first 15 minutes. We packed up and everyone was ready to go by 5:15am, plenty of time before the train came. We went downstairs and tried to turn in our key. Thats when things went south. It turns out at 5:15 in the morning the hotel we were staying at didn't have a door man. We tried to place our key on the ground and then just walk out the door, but that didn't work as well. The door was locked. At this point we were all freaking out. Thankfully Lars noticed that there was a number that said exit near the door. We went back up to our room and tried to call it, no dice out room phone was out of service or something. At this point it was 5:25 and we were freaking out. Just then I remembered that I had Kates cell phone. We dug round my backpack and found it. We dialed the number once, no dice same the number is not in service message. Then we remembered the country code trick, Jeff quickly found Italy's country code while I got ready to dial again. We finally had everything worked out. We dialed the number and got a sleepy Italian man's voice at the other end. He told us to leave the key at the door and walk out, and with that he buzzed the door open.

First adventure of the day was done, and it was only 5:30. We made it to the train just fine.

It was a 6 hour train ride from Ciqnue Terre to Napales. We all went a bit stir crazy and still hadn't time for breakfast. All we had were Nancy's snacks that she packed for us at the start of the trip, and some crackers from two nights before. Breakfast and lunch of champions.

On the train the only strange thing that happened to us was an Italian man who passed by and passed out a business looking card. Then he came back 15 min later asking for money. He was very persistent, but we had no idea why we should give him money so we just looked confused for 3 minutes and he wandered off.

When we finally made it to Naples we realized the place was sketchballs, or dodgy as the aussies would say it. Anyhow the tourist info booth was out of order so we just kind of winged it. After a bit of a wander around the train station we found the subway to take us to our hostel. It was sketchy shit. Out of all the trains I've ever ridden this was the scariest one. Grafiti on the walls and a rundown train system that looked like it was put in during the 70's and cleaned maybe once sense then. Ghetto. Anyhow we finally made it to our stop after accadently taking an express train and having to back track a bit.

Out hostel is a good 15 min walking distance away from the train station down a street. We didn't realize that. Also the street was a bit sketchy. It felt like walking some place in South Seattle maybe.

We checked in and realized if we wanted to get to Pompeii that day we would have to leave asap.

Lars and Jeff were ready to leave 45 min later after checking facebook and sports scores. We wandered up back near the train station. First I should mention that we only had the rations that Nancy gave us before we left for the trip as food for the entire day. That is to say we had about 2 handfuls of trail mix until about 3:00pm that day. We decided to stop by a store to get more rations to eat before Pompeii.

I got a bread type roll, cream cheese and chocolate. Lars did a bit better and got some cheese and meet. We then ran to the train station and huried up and waited. As we were waiting we broke out our lunch on this getto train station terminal and had ourselves a lunch of kings.

The train came and we went to Pompeii. It was cool, we saw the standard sights, there isn't really much to report about it. Fairly standard Pompeii expereance. Saw everything we should have seen, didn't understand a lick of it because we weren't in a tour and then after 2 hours of wandering we wandered out and back to the hostel.

At the hostel we met these two guys named Brendon and Matt. Lars played ping pong against them and they started drinking (the two guys not Lars). I helped “fix” Matt's computer. In relaity I just assigned it a static ip and DNS that would work for that hostel. They had no idea what I was talking about when I showed them what I did. Those two are fucked for internet for the rest of the trip.

At some point in time two Aussie girls walked down and we all decided to go to dinner togeather. Dinner was the best we've had the entire trip, well kind of. Very cheep food 5 euro, but I got a pizza I didn't really like. To bad, I wish we had stayed another night just for that.

Anyhow after that we went back to the hostel. Matt was a really chill guy for most of the night, but once drinking and girls became involved he became a standard fratboy dick. Eh what are you going to do. I stayed up hanging out with all of them until about 1 and then turned in. Apparently according to a very hungover Aussie girl the next morning they stayed up until 3:30.