19 Jul 2019 – Friday.
Flo and I left Rome for a quick stop in Naples, where we then planned to visit Pompeii, before arriving at our next ‘home’ for a few days, Furore, nearby to the Amalfi Coast.
Naples was quite different from all the other cities in Italy we had visited, with a haphazardness about it along with a touch of chaos. That being said, it definitely had character and a charm of its own.
We went in search for some Napoli Pizza, and the place I had targeted, meant walking through a narrow, ‘hipster’ street filled with music, and people, and food. It was a hive of activity.
This was the ‘queue’ we joined for pizza. There was a man in the centre of the storm, with a clipboard and paper, writing down the names of customers waiting in line as well as how many people they were with. His mobile phone would light up every so often with a text, and he’d yell out names of those whose table was ready for them. They’d then make their way to the restaurant and the remaining people would crowd closer to Mr. Popular, tip-toeing over to see how much closer they were to being called in.
Sorbillo Pizza, it was called. There’s another one at the start of the string of buildings, but this one touted itself to be the authentic one.
We were seated promptly after a wait of nearly an hour.
The entire menu comprised of only pizzas, so it takes a while to peruse it all and decide on which one you want.
Flo went simple on his Marinara. We both found it a little too soggy at the bottom, and the pillowy crust that bordered the sauce, a bit much. In fact, many diners there ate mostly the sauced part of the pizza, forgoing the plain carbs.
It was decent, nothing mind-blowing and I would say, nothing worth queuing up so long for. Perhaps it simply wasn’t our kind of pizza, or we didn’t appreciate the floppiness of it.
Anyway, from Naples we went to Pompeii where we heard thunder in the distance. The weather forecast had told us absolutely no chance of rain, but the thunder tried to sway us as we stood in line, wondering whether to purchase our tickets or not.
We decided to trust the forecast and off we went.
We didn’t realise just how sprawling Pompeii is. It covers 170 acres and you can pretty much walk all of it and probably spend days there seeing new things. We didn’t have that much time and I didn’t have that much leg energy.
The grey clouds loomed over providing us with shade and a cool breeze, for which we were grateful for especially walking around without any shade aside from our hats.
Walking the grounds of Pompeii was cool, albeit sad at the same time. It was as though everything had frozen in time.
Many spaces and buildings were well-preserved, giving us insight into the way they used to live. They were pretty rich, them people in Pompeii! Gorgeous mosaic floors, homes that went deep in and were compartmentalised into rooms and kitchens, some even with a second floor, buildings that looked like bakeries…
There were parts where the garden might have been, even paintings on walls!
And their very own amphitheatre that was a real highlight for us.
It was amazing how good it looked still from both the outside and the inside.
We didn’t see as many bodies frozen in death as we thought we would. Of the ones we did see, I chose not to take or share photos of them because I believe they still ought to be respected. There was one particular one that had her hands to both side of her face, mouth in an ‘O’ shape that screamed of absolute fear. That was really got my heart torn into shreds.
As mentioned, we didn’t get to look around as much of Pompeii as we could have. It did get a little repetitive after a while. I suggest you get a map or download it at the beginning and figure out which parts you’d like to see, because it can take a while getting from one end to the other. Initially, Flo and I thought we would walk to the end and turn back to the start, but there are actually exits both sides. In the end, we left at the other side, having had enough of the long walk that stretched pretty far.
Our day trip to Pompeii ended and we were off to Furore where I next B&B was. Outside our room, we had a lovely view of the sea and the changing colours of the sky. Some days, while we were there, you couldn’t tell where the water ended and the sky began.
We decided to not make too much of a fuss over dinner, walking the few hundred metres up to the nearest restaurant that our B&B host had recommended.
We paid for the view more than the food really. The place was a touch pretentious and service was spotty. Flo had a calzone, which he wasn’t very impressed by.
I went for Sauteed Seafood which on the menu, said comprised of mussels, clams and prawns.
When it arrived, there were no prawns and when I queried, the server insisted that the menu did not say there were any prawns. I was very sure though. He checked and I was right. So the kitchen cooked two measly prawns, put it on a plate, and served it to me.
So… No tip for them!
We did get a nice view of the sea though and we took our time to finish dinner. Still, we were too early to see the sunset, and probably on the wrong side of the mountain too.
We did get treated to the changing colours of the sky though, and that was good enough for us.