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The Aftermath and journey to the city of madness
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My eyes were bloodshot crimson, my head was total mess - i looked, felt, and smelt like absolute sin, but thankfully, the Italian girl and her friends were nowhere to be found this morning, saving me any additional embarassment from last nights unfortunate situation. Nonetheless, the mess remained. God damn that pub crawl.
Vowing never to drink alcohol again, i made my way to a shower that did very little to quell the sin, before missioning out to the closest phone box to call my old lady, somehow remembering it was Mothers Day. The repartee from my end of the line was borderline neanderthal.
I felt a complete disgrace, and quite puzzled as to how these unofrtunate events ultimately unfolded. Feeling very sorry for the cleaning lady who would inevitably be faced with the wrath of my boudoir situation, i left some cash and a note under the doona that read thusly:
'Dear Cleaning Lady. I cannot express how truly apologetic i am for this unfortunate mess. Was terribly sick last night. Please forgive me. I hope this covers the expenses.
- Sick Guy'
With all that behind me, i began the long path back to biological normalcy, checking out of the Alessandro with Rev and Brooks before the cleaning lady found my gift, then carting our gear over to the Roma Termini, cautiously reintroducing food into my ravaged system. I was a broken man, and like Madrid, Rome had taken its toll, to a point where vitamin B was a lost cause. Rev and Brooks were comparatively drowsy though they maintained some level of decorum. Anyway, on that foul note, Rome was complete. Time to start fresh in a brand new destination. Naples.
By train, we rocked up to the complete insanity of Naples mid afternoon and instantly noticed a dramatic shift in vibe from the other cities and spots around italy. This place was very different. On first impressions it seemed far less kempt, a little dirty, and it seemed to omit a foul and unpleasant odour, a significant departure from Rome and Florence for example. We were told in advance to expect a little madness from Naples, and insanity is definitely what we found - crazy traffic, nutters on vespas and scooters everywhere, and a seriously intense energy not felt since anywhere else but Morocco. We took the bus downtown Naples' trademark potholed roads, no doubt responsible for the complete obliteration of many a vehicle's suspension, before jumping off down near the port area to our new hostel, the cosy 'Bella Capri'. We were served at the desk by a completely wired bloke with mad hair by the name of Anatancio (we later found out that Anatancio lives out of town and has to work shifts in 48 hour blocks), and were shown unexpectedly to a private room, as they'd booked out the dorm rooms for the night. Bonus. Hunger once again forced us out for another pizza meal, a diet that is growing considerably tedious, and we all still felt bollocked from last night Roman shenanigans, subsequently heading to bed at 5pm.
Arose again 4 hours late at 9pm, my body clock feeling a tad skewif, before heading out to into the Naploli night for a shot of espresso at an old man bar, then being joined by Rev and Brooks up at the main square for some nightcap gelato. Our initial perception of Naples as a place of carefree nutbars was duely exacerbated by witnessing the goings on and chaotic anarchy up at this main square (later dubbed 'crazy sqaure'). The place was electric, bustling and chockers full of locals getting together, taking over the streets, drinking, eating and being merry. At one point, a swarm of people ran over to some commotion at nearby alley, as 3 Carabinieri apprehended some variety of criminal and dragged him by the head over to their version of a divvy van. For a city in Italy, Naples certainly had a bit of the 'Marrakeches' about it. And all this on a Sunday night mind you! Fatigue drove us back to the Bella Capri, where we burnt the Midnight Oil with our new mate, staff member Errico, pottered around in Cyberspace, then went to bed for the second time today.
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