Hotel Casa Cigliano
Travel Blogs from Forio
1142. Sunshine and Holiday Cheer (Italy 119)
... what will they be doing 10 years from now? I suppose the Chinese woman will have here own shop by then. The African guy, may or may not have worked his way up—perhaps, if he’s clever and frugal, he’ll have built himself a little house down in Senegal… or maybe not. And the Roma woman? Still begging, perhaps? How is this possibly going to lead to a better life for her, her children, and her people? ...
1140. A Disaster in the Making (Italy 117)
... almost a “city” feel to it with a bustling main avenue, and it also has the cramped old city feel in its alleyways that lead up to a domed cathedral. Yes, definitely more than just a “Napoli Suburb” here.
As a matter of fact, Torre also has some impressive ruins of its own: a beautiful Roman estate destroyed by the volcano. But I figure I’ll save my ruins exploring for when I get to Pompeii, which is right down the road. ...
1139. Back down the Mountain (Italy 116)
... Vesuvius!
Finally, well into the evening after a number of miles of rolling hills, I find a road heading south into Torre del Greco, where I quickly reward myself with a delicious pizza, straight out of the wood oven. It turns out that pizzas are very delicious and very cheap here in Napoli—as little as 2 Euros… as long as you order them “to go”… So what I do is order a takeout pizza, and than rush to find ...
1138. Reach Vesuvius—or Perish in the Undert
... camera so it doesn’t get blown over by the fierce wind.
Now the city of Napoli is lost from sight as I hike up the icy road through a valley, past rugged cliffs on the other side, and lava fields below Here you would never guess that you’re in the middle of an urban zone of 3 million people—it feels like the middle of nowhere. But I’m not alone. Another man is hike up this icy stretch too… and he’s about ...
It's all about the view
... was occupied with some festive gathering. It just made us all the more confused as to why we had traveled those skinny roads when clearly there was a party everywhere, but not one we had been invited to, and even more relieved that we had not met anyone else along the path.
Then the next phase of the driving adventure began. Individuals may not drive up to Vesuvius’s peak. Parking the car in a dirt lot, we ...