Pleasure station

I had more trouble on the train system -surprise surprise- 

But the anecdote worth mentioning was as I was sat for a train in a moderately busy italian train station I looked at a couple, in their late forties early fifties, kissing very passionately on the bench on the edge of the platform. So much so a guy also sitting on the bench had to get up as they kept bumping into him.

Then I noticed her hand was under his shirt, a little full on for a public area I though.

I noticed then that the guy who had just stood up looked almost the most uncomfortable I have ever seen anyone.

I looked back to the entwined couple, her arm was pumping furiously!

She was buffing his candlestick right there on the bloody platform!

Bloody Italians, is nowhere safe!

Pompeii

Today I went to Pompeii, as a few other guys from the hostel wanted to go as well I didn't end up leaving until midday, oh no a lie in!!!

Pompeii was fantastic, I never realised how big it was. It is a full on city, all preserved really well. They had roman style fast food shops (sunken pots with marble slabs over the top where they served hot broths etc...). They also had a coliseum, amphitheatre, baths and a brothel!

They did know how to party looking at the wall paintings!

The best thing was the casts made of the people who died in the volcanic eruption of Vesuvius, the casts were so detailed that you could see the expressions on their faces.

Unfortunately as it was sooo hot (40 degrees) and it was getting late we decided not to climb the volcanoes which was a bit of a shame, but an excuse to come back to this beautiful part of the world!

In the evening we stayed around the hostel bar again. It was a really good night mingling with people from all over. A group of young Italian lads came up as well with the obvious plan to pull a forgien girl. This was very funny for me watching them, as a pack, talk to one girl at a time.

There favourite opening line was very similar to the Greek guy in the inbetweeners movie 'heya, I love you, you are the Only girl for me.' (Much funnier if you say it with a shit italian accent.

Blue lagoons of Capri

A group of five of us, myself, David from Melbourne, Macalah also from oz, Carmen and Whitney from Canada all got the ferry over to Capri.

When we got over there we met up with two other ozzy's and rented a private boat with a chap called 'The Pizza Man'. He was a larger than life character who took us to these beautifully blue pools, natural tunnels and caves. I have never seen water like it. The water was almost luminescent.

After the boat trip, and a few sneaky glasses of wine, we headed inland, had a bit of an explore then moseyed on to the beach. 

Fantastic day, I will never forget that fantastic water!

On the way back we bought some water balloons, went up to the sun terrace, and had a water fight. The girls didn't put enough water in theirs though so they never burst. Meaning the shots I took to the left testicle and jugular really packed a punch. I am really shit at tying balloons, so I just used mine as a water pistol. It was very effective but did give the impression I was the 'special' kid invited to the party.

That evening we pretty much took the entire hostel out to dinner! There were 17 of us in total.

Sorrento, finally

I finally arrived in Sorrento at 8:30 pm after a long old day of trains.

The hostel is beautiful, it's like a really modern 5 star hotel but with dorms instead of rooms. I'm on top bunk and its scary high, about 8 foot up in the air! I hope I don't roll out! 

I quickly made some friends in the gents (don't ask) and headed out to a local bar for a pint. When I say a pint, I mean a bloody litre! The thing was huge!! 

I then started to wander back to the hostel alone as I did not want a big night. As I was doing so I got propositioned for sex by a 40 year old spouse lady. Surprisingly I declined her kind invite!

The next day I did some washing and headed down to the Sorrento coast line to the beach.

The day was rather un eventful. Well except for the small Spanish boy I accidentally punched in the arse in they deep Water when I was swimming. I felt terrible he took a hell of a clout!

That evening I met my friends again from the previous night and went out for a lovely dinner. Hilariously due to a translation error I had pasta with sundries tomatoes, pork belly and cheese sluts. 

I hate frigging trains

So today I had to make the move from Salerno to Sorrento. I went to the train station early doors to check the best route and time options.

The ticket man told me to come back at four pm to get a train to Pompeii and then change to Sorrento.

I obliged and went for a little read on the beach. When I got back however, a new train man told me it was impossible to get to Sorrento from Salerno. I queried this in my very best italian (talking slightly loader and pointing a lot). He then agreed to sell me a ticket to Pompeii.

I then had to wait another two hours for said train, only to arrive in Pompeii to a ticket man and policeman who neither spoke English. There was no connection to Sorrento from that station. The policeman, realising I spoke no Italian asked me if I spoke German or Spanish, I shrugged and put on my best pathetic face. He then offered French which I jumped at, so happy that there was a glint of light at the end of the tunnel.

Unfortunately my French only extends to ordering ice cream and maybe describing a view as picturesque. So as he, in great detail, advised me what to do in French I smiled and nodded externally as I sobbed whole heartedly inside. I did not have the balls to tell him that although 20 seconds ago I said I did speak French that now he had gone out of his way to help me that my language prowess was actually a lie.

So I smiled and shook his hand understanding I needed to walk in this direction for 2-5 km. in the 40 degree heat with a front and back pack on. Brilliant. There wasn't even a pavement so I was also at high risk of being mowed down in the middle of nowhere.

Eventually I got to the right station and waited another hour for my train with an elderly couple from Wigan.

Bloody trains

Salerno is the place to be on a Sunday night

After riding back on the bus from Amalfi all along the promenade was some kind of festival. So I hopped off to join in the fun.

The festival was some kind of mixed cultures event with stalls from Ukraine, morocco, Sri Lanka and Poland, among many more.

It was all based around a main stage where there was some kind of talent show going on. I got to see the Sri Lankans doing 'gangnam style' which was quite something.

There was also a giant Victorian style Punch and Judy puppet show theatre going on.

A little further along the coast was an arena with at least one hundred people doing a body blast style aerobics class to music, at 11:30 at night... 

I then ordered a pizza called a marinara as I like subway meatball marinara. This marinara had very strong anchovies. Turns out I don't like anchovies, who knew!

Salerno, definitely not Sorrento

After my train difficulties I finally arrived in Salerno, found my hostel up a graffiti covered back street and slept like a log.

Salerno has a certain charm as the first place in the world that doesn't have a McDonald's. 

On the Sunday I did not learn from my Swiss mistake and although it was 28 degrees in the shade I ate a pint of yoghurt. Again I felt terrible after this.

I went to Amalfi for the afternoon after hearing about its famous Italian beaches. The beach was made of gravel. Again the winding ally's in the town were charming but nothing to rave about.

The most interesting thing that happened today was when the bus driver stopped on the small windy coast road the passenger next to me went mental. Telling me the driver was drunk as he had seen him drinking at the station. Then that he was peeving over the young girls on the beach. When I pointed out that we were at a red light there was a very uncomfortable silence for the rest of the ride.

I also saw a man selling lemons the size of footballs.